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Elizabeth Wurtzel meets Sarah Silverman in this darkly humorous look back on adolescence and young adulthood from the popular Vice Magazine columnist. Juxtaposing more than ten years of diary entries against updates and interviews with the subjects of the entries-from former best friends to enemies, crushes to boyfriends-Lesley Arfin comes to realize maybe her life wasn't exactly as she had written it. When she wrote about Cynthia Karacas (it's funny how you remember everyone's first and last name like that) making her feel "retarded" in 10th grade, the world was a dark, lonely place and she could see no light at the end of the tunnel. When she discovered heroin things got even worse. Today, with the perspective that only rock bottom can give you, Lesley looks back at the apocalypse that was adolescence and asks, "What the hell was I talking about?" Lesley's hilarious updates remind us how heavy it all seemed back then and how irrelevant it all really is in the face of adulthood. When she digs up all her old friends and enemies to get their take on each entry, a whole new perspective is added. Some are eager to apologize while others are still mad because, "Let's face it, you were a loser." No matter who she talks to about the days we all discovered sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll, one thing is abundantly clear: we were ridiculous.
More Reviews and RecommendationsLesley Arfin was born in Long Island, New York, in 1978. After a few botched attempts at academia she settled on writing, or, more specifically, writing a regular "Dear Diary" column for Vice Magazine beginning in 2002. The column was an instant success, giving Vice a much-needed "chick angle," and launching Arfin's writing career. She has since gone on to write for a variety of other magazines including Jane, Nylon, and i-D. DEAR DIARY is her first book.
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July 15, 2009: Scary to think that the author is my age and created nonsense such as this. Good grief.
There are snippets of things from her "diary" from when she was twelve and after each snippet she makes a comment about what had happened at the time of that entry then proceeds to "interview" people that had affected her in that entry as adults.What the hell?It was a bit confusing at first because you're trying to figure out who the hell she's addressing in these "interviews" and then have to wonder why in the hell she's even bothering to bring up old crap from the past. I mean seriously?The entries, for all I know, could be made up or embellished. It's ho-hum boring, I did touchy feely, sexual things, drugs, hated my parents, hated my friends...just typical angst. I mean really? Funny? Not.Why didn't she just right a memoir instead? Or even better...not write at all.I think the only good thing that came out of this...book....is that you know that Vice Books will publish crappy work.Reader Rating:
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March 02, 2009: This is a book that could have been good and I like the concept of getting thoughts from people in the writers past. My problem is that the author still acts 13. She still sees nothing wrong in her drug use and all of her friend's drug use. She still sees her drug use as a badge of honor or just something teens do as a right of passage. I felt sick to my stomach reading it and figuring out that the girl has not remorse for all the crap she did and what her friends did. And to top it off, she wants to blame silly middle school drama on her life problems. I would have rather her give some helpful message to others about the danger of drug use.