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My Friend Leonard

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Molybolt

My Friend Leonard is the story of an extraordinary friendship formed in the most unlikely circumstances. While in rehab, James Frey finds a father figure in a shady mafia boss called Leonard. When Leonard returns to his dubious, prosperous life in the criminal underworld of Las Vegas, he promises James his support on the outside. Tragedy strikes the day James is released and his world seems set to implode. Unsure where to turn, he calls Leonard. Paradoxically, it is in Leonard's lawless underworld that James discovers the courage and humanity needed to rebuild his life.

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!metahari 2010. január 14., 21:47

Mindenképpen jó tudni a sztori elejéről, úgy vélem, a Millió apró darabban című első kötet nélkül nehezen lehet érezni a főhősünk valódi motivációit. Enélkül maga a sztori csak egy enyhe kalandfelsorolás. A két kötet stílusa egységes, könnyen olvasható, forgatókönyv-mondatokból áll, melyek gyakorlatilag végignézetik velünk a főhős életének filmjét. Kifejezetten erősek azok a részek, amelyekben a nagy tépelődéseit írja le, a belül lejátszódó monológot. Kemény. Könnyfakasztó. Hajszálfehérítő. Lehetetlen nem beleélni magunkat. Annyit leszűrtem, hogy Jamesnek sikerült, ha én cseppennék bele – ki tudja… Nagyon-nagyon sok oldalát megismerhetjük a függésnek, az ivásnak, a drogozásnak, legfőképpen azt, hogy az ember melyik részén gyengíti le a legjobban. A fizikai-biológiai részről tudunk, hiszen minden hálivúdi-szívfacsarós film erről szól. A lelki-személyiségbeli részekről kevesebbet. Illetve ezen könyvek után többet. Melegen ajánlom. Ha már a főhősünk annyit, de annyit fázott…
Az utolsó negyven oldal miatt lett a kedvencem. Ráadásul van benne egy elfogadható válasz a What is the meaning of life? kérdésre.

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!tüskéshátú 2011. március 23., 11:46

What I learned from the two of you was that freedom is worth sacrifice, and that I was in charge of my life and how I lived it and that I could decide to do anything I wanted to do.

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!tüskéshátú 2011. március 23., 11:50

He opens the Asian guides, starts taking me through his Indian trip. He says India is a different world, one every American should be required to visit so that we understand how fortunate we are and how stupid we are. He says that despite the crushing poverty, the people happy and hopeful and optimistic, and despite our own ludicrous wealth, we're depressed and unsatisfied and pessimistic.

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!metahari 2010. február 23., 21:35

Cassius and I go home back to our little house in the hills. I spend my time in front of a computer, he spends his time in front of the TV. We go for walks three times a day, once in the morning, once in the afternoon, once at night. I eat most of my meals at home, I rarely go out with my friends. I read for three or four hours before I go to bed.
I have a good life, a simple life, for the first time in my life I'm happy and secure and stable. My Fury, which has shaped most of the twenty-five years of my life has faded without the fuel of drugs and alcohol, has faded as I have learned not to hate myself. Part of me is humbled by this life, this beautiful life. Another part of me feels incredibly fortunate. Part of me is waiting to fuck it up somehow, waiting to make some dumbass decision that destroys it, waiting for it to end. Part of me feels like it isn't complete without Lilly, this is what she and I dreamed of having together. Sometimes I pretend she's here with me. I talk to an empty chair across the table, I wrap my arms around nothingness and tell her I love her. I tell her I'll be home in a little while when I leave, I tell her I'm tired and want to go to bed at the end of a long day. Even without her I have all I need, my little house, my big funny dog, my legally earned money, my time, my own time, my own precious time to do whatever I want to do. I have simple things, a simple life, all I need.

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!metahari 2010. február 22., 16:52

On my first day in jail, a three hundred pound man named Porterhouse hit me in the back of the head with a metal tray.

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!tüskéshátú 2011. március 18., 10:18

He gave me the best advice that I was given while I was at the center, which was to hold on. No matter how bad or difficult life becomes, if you hold on to, be it religion, friends, a support group, a set of steps or your own heart, if you hold on, just hold on, life will get better.

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