Running With Scissors
I finished Augusten Burroughs’s Running With Scissors this afternoon. That turned out to be a mighty quick read. His tone is so friendly and dry even when narrating the most horrible, terrifying events of his life that it’s easy to find yourself sucked in, wondering what’s going to happen next. As a result of his almost transparent narration, I feel like I witnessed a lot of the events. And I feel a little disgusted by it. Actually I feel a lot disgusted by it. Like I need to shake it all out of my head. I spent most of the book wondering if any of the adults in Augusten’s life had subsequently been arrested but something about his tone told me they hadn’t. Which is frightening.