A million little pieces

I am currently reading a novel titled “A million little pieces”. Usually I read books more along the line of sports and related topics. I have never read a book so disturbing. The book is about a twenty-three man who wakes up on an airplane, front four teeth are missing, a hole in his check, a bashed in nose, and a combination of spit, snot, and vomit all over him with no recollection of who he is where he is at or where he is going. After the plane landed his parents took him straight to a rehab clinic. The rest of the book is about the six weeks he spent in rehab with every last gruesome detail involving his terrible withdraws, suffering a double root canal with no anesthesia or pain medication, dreams that are so real its scary, and news he receives that includes if he leaves the clinic he will not make it to the age of twenty four. The guy in the story, James was a raging alcoholic and a drug addict, he was addicted to cocaine, crack, shrooms, PCP, acid, and occasionally meth. One of the saddest parts in the story for me personally is how every time his mom came in to the story, the way she could not look James in the eyes, the fact that she is crying in almost every scene she is in. To me there is nothing worse than making your own mom cry, you really know that you have done something really wrong if your mom is crying and if I was in James shoes I do not know if I could have made the fight to break his addiction, and that is why this is a story that has kept me in the pages since I cracked the book.