Whenever I tell someone I’m reading an autobiography about a guy addicted to methamphetamine, Tweak, I get the same reaction every time: One eyebrow slightly raised and a high pitched “Really?”. Yes, really! I’m READING a book about methamphetamine, I’m not USING (nor will I ever use, just in case you were wondering).

It’s the first time I’ve read an autobiography and I suspect it’ll be the first of many to come. In fact I’ve already started on my second, Beautiful Boy, which is the follow up book from Tweak.

Tweak is a fascinating read, and a nice change from the junk I use to read, I swear if I had to read one more “Edward is so beautiful” or “Edward is so perfect” I would have stabbed myself in the eye. With every page turn you’re anxious as to whether Nic (the author) will fall back into the trap using meth again and when you think things couldn’t get any worse, think again. Things get pretty messed up. Like really messed up, to the point where my legs went wobbly reading it.

The follow up book, Beautiful Boy, is written by Nic’s father which is also just as fascinating because we get to see things from a different point of view. If you read Tweak, you have to read Beautiful Boy as well, the two go hand in hand. Great books!

Now what’s next …