I feel so tricked, used, and violated. Seriously. I read this book as a teenager and believed every gd word. I even wrote about it in my (real) diary bemoaning the fact that this drug crazed weirdo could get a boy to give her gifts and a ring and I (sweet and wholesome) couldn't. Now I find out that it is just pure propaganda. Curses on you, Dr. Sparks! btw, I smoked a few joints in college and have enjoyed a productive, happy life in which I vote Republican, drive my children to ballet lessons, have a satisfying and exciting professional career, a blissful marriage (to a guy who ate a few wacky brownies in his day) and am in fabulous health without an acid trip, needle mark, or destroyed nose cartilege to my name.