Augusten Burroughs, Running with Scissors, (2002), 304p — I made it to 181p
I tried. I really, really tried. But I just couldn’t do it.
This is a book club pick for my work book club. I had heard it was interesting, I knew it was dark, but I was not ready for this. It was too much.
Back to back chapters of poop and spit pushed me over the edge and left me gagging.
I gave up. Failed. Now I’m picking myself back up and moving onto the next book.
Happy reading –