More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction

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Elizabeth Wurtzel published her memoir of depression, Prozac Nation, to astonishing literary acclaim. A cultural phenomenon by age twenty-six, she had fame, money, respecteverything she had always wanted except that one, true thing: happiness.
For all of her professional success, Wurtzel felt like a failure. She had lost friends and lovers, every magazine job she'd held, and way too much weight. She couldn't write, and her second book was past due. But when her doctor prescribed...

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Overview

Elizabeth Wurtzel published her memoir of depression, Prozac Nation, to astonishing literary acclaim. A cultural phenomenon by age twenty-six, she had fame, money, respecteverything she had always wanted except that one, true thing: happiness.
For all of her professional success, Wurtzel felt like a failure. She had lost friends and lovers, every magazine job she'd held, and way too much weight. She couldn't write, and her second book was past due. But when her doctor prescribed Ritalin to help her focus-and boost the effects of her antidepressants — Wurtzel was spared. The Ritalin worked. And worked. The pills became her sugar...the sweetness in the days that have none. Soon she began grinding up the Ritalin and snorting it. Then came the cocaine, then more Ritalin, then more cocaine. Then I need more. I always need more. For all of my life I have needed more...
More, Now, Again is the brutally honest, often painful account of Wurtzel's descent into drug addiction. It is also a love story: How Wurtzel managed to break free of her relationship with Ritalin and learned to love life, and herself, is at the heart of this ultimately uplifting memoir that no reader will soon forget.

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More, Now, Again is the story of Elizabeth Wurtzel's self-retrieval, a gripping account of her spiky recovery from Ritalin addiction. By the time she realized that she was disintegrating, the author of Prozac Nation was chopping and snorting up to 40 pills a day. Her memoir is not just the cautionary tale of pharmaceutical abuse (more than 4 million American children take Ritalin); it is the story of one woman's persistent sabotage of her own success. Though a Harvard graduate, a bestselling author, and a New Yorker contributor, Wurtzel seemed intent on destroying her career, her relationships, and her own sense of well-being. That she survived her attempts is testimony to her relentless honesty.
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USA Today Funny, honest, her terror is palpable.

Will Blythe Elle More, Now, Again (has) the frothy pleasures of a Jacqueline Susann novel as written by a spiky Harvard girl.

Kera Bolonik Book More, Now, Again, a visceral and at times mordantly funny book...is (Wurtzel's) finest work to date — a breathtaking read from beginning to end.

Kirkus Reviews Generational spokesperson Wurtzel pens a...moving account of her battle with drug addiction...a wake-up call about the abusive potential of Ritalin — and a searing account of a long, deadly dalliance with destruction.

Jeff Guin Fort Worth Star-Telegram Wurtzel is...an amazing writer.

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In her second book, Bitch, a discourse on self-destructive women, Wurtzel (Prozac Nation) admits to writing the manuscript while on drugs and then checking herself into rehab. In this memoir, she expands that admission to its extreme, minutely detailing life as a Ritalin addict and then as a rehab patient. But with its long stretches of descriptions about glass coffee-tables, tweezed leg hairs, missed phone calls and junkie buddies, this new book would have been more aptly titled "Prosaic Nation." Not only does Wurtzel tread on well-covered terrain about getting clean, she manages to add little or no insight either to her own habit or to the landscape of addiction in general. She's never figured out how to be a grown-up and do the little things like scrubbing a tub, she writes, "and remembering to eat and shampoo my hair. It's the basics: I can write a whole book, but I cannot handle the basics." Yet she fills this work with nothing but mere basics, like which cereals she eats, how she feels about television and how tough she finds life on a book tour. Even in rehab, that reliable bastion of craziness, the scenes are ordinary, washed out by Wurtzel's seeming lack of emotion. Indeed, throughout the book the author describes crying or worrying, but never seems to feel anything, so that when she has a surge of gung-ho self-esteem at the book's end, complete with a spiritual awakening, it rings false, a too hasty wrapup. Hardcore Wurtzel fans may find much to enjoy here, but the book's lack of depth and originality will check all but the most devoted. (Jan. 17) Forecast: The toned-down and boring jacket (compared with those of Wurtzel's previous books) and her lackluster writing won't do much for sales. More, Now, Again has scant chances of reaching new readers it just doesn't have the depth and insight of other works on addiction. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Publishers Weekly
In her second book, Bitch, a discourse on self-destructive women, Wurtzel (Prozac Nation) admits to writing the manuscript while on drugs and then checking herself into rehab. In this memoir, she expands that admission to its extreme, minutely detailing life as a Ritalin addict and then as a rehab patient. But with its long stretches of descriptions about glass coffee-tables, tweezed leg hairs, missed phone calls and junkie buddies, this new book would have been more aptly titled "Prosaic Nation." Not only does Wurtzel tread on well-covered terrain about getting clean, she manages to add little or no insight either to her own habit or to the landscape of addiction in general. She's never figured out how to be a grown-up and do the little things like scrubbing a tub, she writes, "and remembering to eat and shampoo my hair. It's the basics: I can write a whole book, but I cannot handle the basics." Yet she fills this work with nothing but mere basics, like which cereals she eats, how she feels about television and how tough she finds life on a book tour. Even in rehab, that reliable bastion of craziness, the scenes are ordinary, washed out by Wurtzel's seeming lack of emotion. Indeed, throughout the book the author describes crying or worrying, but never seems to feel anything, so that when she has a surge of gung-ho self-esteem at the book's end, complete with a spiritual awakening, it rings false, a too hasty wrapup. Hardcore Wurtzel fans may find much to enjoy here, but the book's lack of depth and originality will check all but the most devoted. (Jan. 17) Forecast: The toned-down and boring jacket (compared with those of Wurtzel's previous books) and her lackluster writing won't do much for sales. More, Now, Again has scant chances of reaching new readers it just doesn't have the depth and insight of other works on addiction. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
What, more? After Prozac Nation and Bitch, Wurtzel finally cleans up her act. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-An excellent, harrowing, horrifying book that YAs will identify with and remember. It's also one of the first lengthy accounts of prescription-drug abuse (for a time, Wurtzel crushed and snorted Ritalin every five minutes, which is increasingly popular among teens). More is thoroughly unglamorous ("I was not a cool drug addict") and often frankly disgusting; on speed, for example, the author began tweezing her legs and couldn't stop until she nearly hit bone; her legs became an infected mess of open sores. The last third of the book-on rehab, relapse, and recovery-is not as strong, but the preface and first chapter alone make More, Now, Again an important acquisition for a YA collection. Whatever her advantages (white, middle-class, Harvard grad, author of the best-selling Prozac Nation[Riverhead, 1995]), Wurtzel is not a "poor little rich girl" begging readers' pity or forgiveness. If anything, she courts their revulsion, while dragging them repeatedly (as she did her friends, doctors, and family) into the hellish world of addiction-deception, blood, desperation, vomit and all-more skillfully and memorably than anyone else.-Emily Lloyd, Fairfax County Public Library, VA Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Generational spokesperson Wurtzel (Prozac Nation, 1994, etc.) pens a claustrophobic but surprisingly moving account of her battle with drug addiction.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743223317
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster
  • Publication date: 1/7/2003
  • Edition description: 1st Simon & Schuster Trade Papeback Edit
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 435,882
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Wurtzel is the author of the bestselling books Prozac Nation and Bitch and a Harvard graduate whose work has appeared in such publications as The New Yorker, New York, The Guardian, and The Oxford American. She lives in New York City.

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Preface

There are no seasons in Florida. People say that about other places, they say that about southern California, but I've lived through some freezing nights in Los Angeles. I've snuck around people's homes there and turned the thermostat up to eighty degrees because I've been so cold, especially in the canyons. But here in Florida the ground is flat, the terrain is absolute, it is always warm, it is always bright. The Christmas lights strung on the houses along the highway look ridiculous. Today there was a tornado in Miami. They showed the twister in the skyscrapers on the evening news. No one was hurt.

The only way I can tell the passage of time is how long I can go between pills. Five minutes, maybe. It used to be longer, fifteen minutes, a half hour. But that was months ago. Or maybe weeks. Time passes slowly, or too fast, or it makes no difference.

I crush up my pills and snort them like dust. They are my sugar. They are the sweetness in the days that have none. They drip through me like tupelo honey. Then they are gone. Then I need more. I always need more.

For all of my life I have needed more.

My pills are methylphenidate hydrochloride, brand name Ritalin, but I will take Dexedrine or any other kind of prescription amphetamine that I can get. I used to swallow them, ten milligrams at a time, every four hours, no more than three times a day, as directed by my physician. Then I took more, and more often. Then one day I cut one in half, trying to extend the supply, and some powder crumbled off of my uneven slice. I could feel my face light up: I might as well have been Columbus, discovering America while looking for India. I snorted it up, as if it were cocaine, and something different happened in my brain, a scratchy rush.

Since then, I've been crushing them up like that on purpose. I inhale forty pills a day.

That's how I spend my days: I smash up powder and make it go away.

Right now I live in an efficiency behind the Galleria mall, off Sunrise Boulevard in Fort Lauderdale. This is like some cosmic joke; this whole setup is like a picture on a poster that says THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON DRUGS. If you knew me, if you saw me in my apartment in Greenwich Village, you would never believe this. No one believes this. Like most stories that involve large quantities of drugs, this one is shaped by incongruous details. I'm a New Yorker, I am not equipped to live anywhere else, I do not have a driver's license, I cannot safely get behind the wheel of an automobile, and here I am in a place without sidewalks.

I live near the mall so I can get whatever I need on foot.

This is not the first place I've lived down here. There was also my mother's condominium on the Intracoastal, which was white and beautiful, with hard western sunlight in the afternoons. There was the Schubert Motel, owned by French Canadians, with a broken air conditioner, so the cuts I hacked onto my legs festered from the humidity. When I went to the emergency room, I told them it was from shaving with a dull razor, which I think they might have believed. The residents on their thirty-six-hour shifts had such a soft innocence. Then there was the Riverside Hotel, on Las Olas Boulevard, with red velvet wallpaper and twenty-four-hour room service.

This apartment comes furnished. I have a Murphy bed and a kitchen table, and one of those desks that is part of the same wall unit as the bed. I have local phone service and an answering machine. I don't have a calling card so I can't return long distance calls, which is why I don't. The entrance is off a catwalk. Down the hall are two call girls, and next door on the other side are two gay flight attendants who work for a charter airline used by hockey teams. Downstairs is a paralegal with a cat who isn't very friendly.

I know how I got here, I know how I found this apartment, I remember the ad in the Sun-Sentinel, and still I can tell you: I don't know how I got here.

My life, in all its apparent disorder, has always been so carefully planned, always just as it was meant to be. In my college recommendation, my high school English teacher said that he could see me growing up and writing for The New Yorker. So I graduated from college and started writing for The New Yorker. I have always had the gift of making it all look like some big lucky accident, like whoops, here I landed, gee whiz, what do you know. But it's all been so deliberate. I am exactly who you thought I would be. I am the least surprising person you will ever meet.

But not this. This is really an accident.

Every addict tells the same stories about where drugs took her. Mostly it's about where you spent the night, blackouts: I woke up in Brazil, I woke up on a bench in Golden Gate Park, I woke up in a holding cell, I woke up in Mykonos, I woke up in Buckingham Palace, I woke up in my own vomit. In the movies, those stories involve sharp and arch displays of wealth or degrading degrees of filth: In Scarface, this schnook from Cuba finds himself in a postmodern house on the Biscayne Bay, all lacquered surfaces, with Michelle Pfeiffer all blond in the background, giving him a hard time. In Jesus' Son, everything is tawdry and all the furniture is plaid and shredded: junkies in the Holiday Inn, in the Midwest, in the mid-seventies. In real life, the scion of a family whose name is a corporation traded on the stock exchange is living in a men's shelter, or a kid from the Dominican Republic is smoking crack in a Park Avenue duplex that has a Frank Stella hanging on the wall.

So I guess I am just like everyone else, another fish-out-of-water, or human-being-in-water. But there are no extremes of poverty or wealth to speak of. There are strip malls and a housing complex with a swimming pool that no one ever uses. I sit at a raw bar and eat oysters, or I make copies late at night at Kinko's, and when there is a Clinique bonus, I buy a new lipstick at Burdines.

Everyone here is transient or retired, or sometimes there are college students visiting during school break. No one here has a last name. This is surely the most anonymous place I could ever be. If I tried to tell my neighbors about my life in New York or my work or my friends, they would not care. If it's not of immediate use to them, if it's not about borrowing detergent or a ride to the supermarket, they don't hear it. They are the nicest people, but it's all about the next five minutes.

And by now, my whole life is about the next five minutes.

There are no human beings in this story. Not really. That's my favorite thing about my pills: they are my only relationship. The only thing I care about is where more will come from. That is all I need to worry about. Otherwise I might not exist. I am in a place where there is no difference between May and December, and the only time that matters is the minutes between pills when all I think about is my next line.

When nothing else happens all day, when all there is to show for it is some work I've done or an okay movie I've seen, when it's been nothing special, they are my treat.

They used to be a treat. Late at night, they were something to look forward to. I could tell myself: I can still get high. I would tell myself: This is the sugar in my bowl.

But now it's my life. Pills are my everything.

At the end of the day, other people ask themselves: Is this all there is? I don't want to wait for the answer. I'm not stupid. I don't wait to see if today will be better than yesterday, because I already know.

And these pills are deep inside of me.

What person could ever get this close? Who would want to?

And I swear to you, and I don't care how this sounds, I think it's love. If you don't understand, you don't know what love is.

Copyright © 2002 by Elizabeth Wurtzel

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2002

    amazing, simply amazing

    Depression is a very selfish disease, and, combined with an addiction, the sufferer may seem annoying and terribly self-centered. Those who have not endured this type of hell may think Wurtzel is indeed full of self-pity and should simply think of others instead of herself, which she seems to be doing all the time. But that's the point: addiction and depression are self-destructive illnesses, and you must focus on yourself to get through them. More, Now, Again picks up where Prozac Nation, her first celebrated novel, leaves off. I just could not put it down. Seeing Wurtzel struggle through with her demons and ultimately winning her battle is amazing. Reading this book is like sitting through a melodramatic movie: it's a guilty pleasure, and you simply cannot take your eyes away from it. I recommend it to those who have experienced any kind of addiction or depression; it's well worth your time.

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  • Posted October 26, 2008

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    The hands-down, best memoir I have ever read in my entire life!

    Elizabeth Wurtzel is one of the best narrative authors, in my age group, that I have ever come across. She has a unique way of putting it all out there, no matter how ugly the subject is, without sugar-coating. She's brutally honest, clever, and a rather interesting sense of humor.<BR/><BR/>This book is great for anyone who wants to know what is going through the mind of an addict-in any type of addiction. Her first book-Prozac Nation, was also an intersting take on depression from her experiences.<BR/>I would tell anyone interested in getting good impression of how addicts really think and feel during their most darkest,and desperate hours, to read this book. Everyone else should also read it because it is just a really good story as well.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2002

    Very Well Put

    I liked this book because I feel that Wurtzel articulates what many people who suffer from depression and/or addiction feel. If you are fortunate enough not to experience any of that, maybe Wurtzels tendancy to 'rattle on' about issues may not interest you. However, I feel that this book is very well put and I would recommend it to anyone who has ever felt depressed or lost or hopeless.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2008

    I want More, Now, Again!

    I picked up this book perusing in the psychology section at Barnes and Noble. When I first picked it up I thought that it would be an interesting and entertaining book. I was not disappointed. It is a book that I found myself staying up all night to read. Wurtzel goes into depth about the details and up¿s and down¿s of being a drug addicted writer. Her style of writing is random and sometimes confusing, it makes the reader wonder why. It jumps around a lot from past to present and back again. She names the chapter¿s witty things pertaining to what she is going to talk about such as ¿bye-bye life¿ and then put a quote to go along with it which I had still found it hard to figure out the meaning of some of them until I was finished with the book. She goes on and on about what may seem like the most random thing at the time but later after thinking about it and reading between the lines it all comes together and makes sense. To understand this book you have to understand that type of mentality, the mentality of someone in denial. She is addicted to Ritalin, a completely legal drug that she has been prescribed by her psychologist. So she is really not addicted to it because you can¿t be addicted to something your doctor gave to you that is supposed to help you right? This is Wurtzel¿s mentality throughout the beginning of the book. You get to see her journey through her addiction in the rest of the book. I found myself sitting down to read for half an hour and not be able to put the book down for hours. In the beginning of the book she refers to her drug addiction as a relationship and says it¿s love. This is true because she really is not close to anyone. If you know people that have an addiction they will put their addiction before anything, even before their family, their own flesh and blood. This is also a common characteristic of a young girl in love they will do anything and push away anything or anyone that gets in the way of this ¿love¿. Throughout the book you see her journey through the years of her addiction and the many people she pushes away as she reflects on her mistakes of her years. You notice that she knows what she is doing is wrong, she lies, steals, and cheats her way through life. I definitely recommend this book for the reader that is interested in the deep, random, and reflective thoughts of a drug addict.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2012

    Awesome Read

    I couldnt put the book down...depressed when I finished it. Now that's what I call irony.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 26, 2009

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    More, now, again

    An amazing book. There isnt much more to say. this book make me feel mad sad happy excited.... if youve read Wurtzel's other books; Prozac Nation, and B*tch this one will deffanatly be one of your favorites.

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  • Posted December 18, 2008

    Another Great Book...

    Wurtzel is an amazing writer and this is just another example of that. Great book about her battle with addiction and all of the internal struggles she went through before, during, and after the addiction. Another must read!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2007

    This book is Addicting!

    Just like Elizabeth was addicted to cocaine in More, Now, Again, I was addicted to this book. This book was so hard to put down! I became a recluse and stayed in my bed for days in a row just reading this brutally honest story about Wurtzel's struggle with addiciton. Her style of writing and her subject matter are so captivating and so raw! This book opened my eyes to what it's really like to be an addict. I definitely recommend this book, but first I suggest you read Prozac Nation so you get to know Wurtzel's life and history 'there are references to that book in More, Now, Again'. GREAT BOOK! Highly recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2004

    Great book

    Great book. Wurtzel is my favorite writer. I would recommend that you first read Prozac Nation because this book is kind of like the effect of the causes explained in Prozac Nation.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2012

    Loved it until the end

    The book was amazing up until the end when it was ruined by jesus babble. I am not against christianity or anything but i don't care for religion with my addiction memoirs. It always seems to get thrown in but it was too much a jump here from crazy to god loving. It killed what had been fantastic literature.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2007

    A reviewer

    I read this book amongst the bitch book and prozac nation. It makes very sad how we have become addicted to pills to deal with problems. Anyway, you see the journey she went through and her struggle. From my own experience, I did not feel that anti-anxiety drugs or anti-depressants helped me. I was on two things countracting each other and of course I am not told this. I had to recover it on my own. I did not feel in the book that the woman was really helping her giving her these drugs when she couldn't stand to be alone, I related to that. Attaching yourself to the worong people because the pain of being alonr was so awful to deal with.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2007

    Portrait of Addiction

    Elizabeth Wurtzel embodies what we mean by 'learning the hard way.' Her life has been addled (and, more than once, almost ended) by awful choices. But the way she redeems herself, as she shows in each of her books, is through writing -- not just taking the hard path, but really reflecting, learning, and sharing in such a style that her own self-understanding makes her readers understand themselves better . . . . . . More, Now, Again is the third of four chapters in 'Life About Liz.' Even her second book, the explosive and furious Bitch, is as much about the kind of woman Wurtzel is, or wants to be, as about feminism itself. This time, though, the subject is addiction and recovery. The one heartwarming difference between this book and the two before it is that it ends on a calm and proactive note . . . . . . One thing we know about a memoir, about real life, is that it doesn't inherently possess the aspects of a 'story,' of 'literature.' The action curve is what we make it it's defined by where we choose to begin and end and we're lucky if there is much of a 'plot' at all. So I won't waste time trying to draw one from this book -- it's pretty well summarized by the titles of its six sections: Revelation, Research, Remedy, Relapse, Recovery, and Redemption. Considering the subject matter -- life, or some twisted version of it, on drugs -- plot is unimportant anyway. Drugs obliterate time, and the only things that are really important in the throes of addiction are relationships -- the ones you make, ruin, repair, and/or discard while your life is measured from fix to fix . . . . . . The style of the book is typically 'Wurtzelian' (she deserves her own adjective, as far as I'm concerned) -- as usual, the writing is amazing and engaging. It reads like an all-night slumber party confessional: with intention, sensitivity, humor, revelry, and shame, but without a forced direction. Actually, some of her most important characterization happens on random tangents, such as about the death penalty or Karl Marx. Her mystique comes from how she is paradoxically so ordinary yet so boundless and unpredictable. If you've ever thought a Harvard girl was the type you'd envy and resent for her perfection, Wurtzel is your anomaly. As with any addict, she takes ridiculous turns and enters into lines of thinking that will make you want to shake her or beat her over the head with the nearest blunt weapon. For all practical purposes, she's no different from anyone else in the AA meeting circle. But she will still arouse you with how aesthetic and insightful she is. There is a moment in the book -- before she even enters rehab -- when she illustrates an analogy between getting addicted to drugs and falling in love. I daresay it's so wonderfully developed that until your mind fully processes it -- for at least a moment -- drugs seem glorious and love seems dark and destructive. You'll get over that, though! . . . . . . As I mentioned before, what makes this book so beautiful is the way it closes. Both Prozac Nation and Bitch seemed to finish without really finishing -- because Wurtzel is such a strong and smart woman, we expect more from her than to end with sadness or longing we want her to get what she wants. But Prozac Nation ended with her tossing her hands up and deciding that she had no idea about the national state of depression Bitch ended with her illustrating the type of woman she yearns to be but isn't. More, Now, Again, for all the urgency of its title, ends gently and tenderly. She writes of how she remembers being a joyful little girl, how she lost her joy, how she lost just about everything, and how she intends to get it back. Looking to the past -- to her lineage of addicts -- and to the future, she decides that the ugliness will stop with her. Ironically, but satisfyingly, she ends her book with 'Here's how the story begins:'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 13, 2006

    More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction

    More,Now,Again was a very interesting book for me to read. I enjoy reading books about addiction. and people who can overcome these dark phases of their life and then write a book about it. I look forward to reading other books from wurtzel in the future. This book is a must read for everyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 13, 2006

    More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction

    i really enjoyed reading this book. it is very well written and keeps you entertained from beginning to end. everyone should read this book to understand what it's like to truly be depressed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2006

    one of my favorite books

    more,now,again is by far one of the best books i've ever read. this book is not a waste of time like i've read in other reviews. it's about someone who has struggled most of their life through depression and addiction and takes the time to take the reader in depth into every aspect of her life. i read this book a few years ago and it is still one of my favorite books. once you start reading you can't stop. this book itself is a drug. you will be hooked instantly. you will find yourself ignoring phone calls food and sleep to get to the next page. This book should be read by everyone. but i think someone who has experienced depression or addiction at some point in their life will appreciate this book even more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2005

    My favorite all time book

    This is my favorite all time book. I've read it several times. It's engrossing and has in your face reality that will make you greatful she makes it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2004

    I love this book!!!!!!!!

    Elizabeth Wurtzel is my all time favorite author. I decided to become a writer because of her. She is strong, beautiful, and funny. This book had me laughing, crying, and smiling. Way to go Elizabeth! You're the greatest!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2003

    Elizabeth Wurtzelz's words are inspiring

    Elizabeth Wurtzel has suffered depression most of her young life, and shares her experiences with the world. In *More, Again, Now*, Elizabeth Wurtzel opens up her mind, heart and soul and shares with us her addiction. I highly recommend this book to the reader who has suffered depression, addiction, or is just depressed about life. I encourage you to be receptive and i hope your hearts will be attentive to what Elizabeth has to share with us. this is a great book like the rest of her titles. i highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2003

    The truth hurts

    A very well written book. Wurtzel takes us inside her life, inside her mind, inside her pain, and if the noise in her head bothers you, imagine what it did to her. I was astounded to see negative reviews of this book, and glad I bypassed those to read this title, because it is outstanding. Wurtzel digs deep (not just into her legs with tweezers) but into her soul. Dysfunctionality is a common malady, but to be able to express it and deal with it, and then share it with the world, is courageous. Her talent as a writer should never be underestimated again. This woman could move large rocks with her keyboard.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2003

    Elizabeth Wurtzel is EXQUISITE

    After reading 'Prozac Nation' i needed more from Elizabeth Wurtzel. 'More, Now, Again' satisfied my craving for words from a woman like me. This book proves that anyone can overcome their addiction and misery. Wurtzel's memoir inspired me in so many ways. I look forward to reading more from this bold author. All hail QUEEN WURTZEL!

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