I found the author's account of her drug addiction to be rather pathetic, to be honest. I too went through a time in my life, lasting much longer than her, where I couldn't get enough ecstasy. We called them "dumpers" for some reason. Yes, the high times were great, and when it wore off you felt empty and miserable. Blah, blah, blah. So what? It's not like it was the worst time I've ever had in my life. If anything, I had a good time having fun and then I grew up and decided what was truly important in life. Sobriety fits more with what I want to do with the rest of my life. So I quit ecstasy and cocaine. Big deal. It's not like ecstasy is even physically addictive, unlike cigarettes and blow. In fact, I found smoking to be much harder to quit. In summary, I personally found this book to be whiny and shallow.