David Sheffs story is a first: a teenagers addiction from the parents point of view, a realtime chronicle of the shocking descent into substance abuse and the gradual emergence into hope. Before meth, Sheffs son, Nic, was a varsity athlete, honor student, and awardwinning journalist. After meth, he was a trembling wraith who stole money from his eightyearold brother and lived on the streets. With haunting candor, Sheff traces the first warning signs, the attempts at rehabilitation, and, at last, the way past addiction. He shows us that, whatever an addicts fate, the rest of the family must care for one another, too, lest they become addicted to addiction.
As a parent, the story is heartbreaking but hopeful. I thought the narration was great, almost as if the auther was reading himself, but I think the abridged version would have sufficed. I'm anxious to read his son's novel of the same account.