Another great book by Augusten Burroughs. Although not as compelling as Running With Scissors, the same cheeky writing style is still forthcoming.
I tended to feel as if it was getting a bit long-winded about three-quarters of the way through; it was getting repetitive and old -- but I suppose that is the nature of the disease -- doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results.
The character, because he is a rampant alcoholic, is not nearly as sympathetic. At times, I just wanted to shake some sense into him. But, again, I suppose that is the nature of the disease.
I think the book gives a pretty accurate depiction of alcoholic thinking. Spot on, really.