I enjoyed the first third of this book, but as the pages turned, I reached a point where honestly, I just wanted Ms. Karr to stop talking. I know that part of addiction and recovery can be quite self-centered, but Karr takes it to a new height. There are certainly pieces of this critically-lauded memoir that strike a chord, but as a whole, I found Karr's unending narcissism to overshadow even the good parts. I don't know what the comparison to "wait until video" is for books, but whatever it is, do that. Maybe it's "wait for the paperback," but honestly, there are so many better memoirs focused on addiction and family.