Dialogue that goes on in your brain. I've read the first chapter of James Frey's book A Million Little Pieces, and I'm depressed. Saddened by the depth of his anguish and anger, saddened that the anger that comes through in every word of his dialogue reminds me of the edge my son too often puts on his words. The same edge I may have had in the past myself. It is hard for me to read. But I may force myself. I know that the outcome is good for I've seen the author on Oprah and not only is he surviving but he has a ministry to many other kids that are walking through the same hell.