Tweak, by Nic Sheff

Nic Sheff's memoir of out-of-control addiction is sad and frustrating to read. He has no insights into addiction to share, just a litany of broken relationships, broken promises, broken lives. If he bothers to explain his bad choices at all, he rationalizes ineffectively. His parents' divorce? Come on, Nic, lots of people have divorced parents and are not meth/heroin/whatever they can get their hands on addicts as a result. Nic's life is a train wreck as he lies, steals, prostitutes himself for his next high.

Addiction is heartbreaking to those whose lives it touches. I wanted this to explore Nic's struggle with addiction, but instead he seems almost perversely proud of his failures. Sad.