I loved this book. I think you might too if you’re a fan of self-referential books with a sense of humor and wryness about them, but especially books like I Love Dick by Chris Krause and After Claude by Iris Owens. So the book is a third person account of a mostly true or probably true or kind of true story of Michelle Tea as a mostly functional drug addict and alcoholic in Los Angeles in the late 1990s. It’s not an addiction, except that it is, but […]