Friday, January 13, 2006
Today was so much better than the past three days have been! I still feel weak and light-headed, along with Landon, but Samuel seems to be almost back to normal, although he isn't wanting to eat solids quite yet. He had lots of fluids today. Landon missed the past four days of work, and his trip to Vegas had to be cancelled as well, since he is still pretty under-the-weather. Remember, I am about two days ahead of Landon & Samuel with the course of this virus. Anyway, hopefully the worst of it is over, and by Monday, we'll all three be good as new.

Since I've been sick, I haven't been able to take pictures, but I'll start that up again tomorrow.

Oh, and by the way, I wish the critics would stop complaining about James Frey's book A Million Little Pieces. In the genre of the memoir, if he wants to take liberties with parts of his book, that is his choice, and it is an acceptable act on his part within the realm of the memoir. People remember their stories the way they remember them--not necessarily the way they really happen (opening line of Great Expectations starring Gwyneth Paltrow and Ethan Hawke is, "I'm not going to tell the story the way it happened. I'm going to tell it the way I remember it." ). Facts are relative. The truth is, Frey's story has helped lots of recovering addicts while moving and inspiring countless others with his story. So what if some of it was embelished? It wasn't an autobiography--it was a memoir, after all. It is a work of art! Who really cares if he intentionally or unintentionally remembered his story inaccurately? I don't. The point is--does the story work? Does it move the reader? Is it believeable? The answers are yes to all of those questions for the majority of readers. Following the genre of memoir, Frey's work fits just right in my opinion.

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