I struggled through this book filled with horrific descriptions of agony and suffering, simply because I thought it was true! In fact, I frequently told myself that no one could make up something this attrocious! Essentially, it's the only way I was able to endure the entire book. As I turned the pages, I found myself wondering how he could possibly remember the details so clearly, given the fact he was out-of-his-head much of the time. Midway through the book, my husband asked if it was a good book, and I explained that if it were a fictional story, the author couldn't write himself out of a wet paper bag, so in a word, I described it as "sad." Turns out the "sad" part is that I paid good money for this drivel!