Magical Thinking by Augusten Burroughs

MagicalThinking.BurroughsIt’s been a while since I’ve delved into the insanely entertaining (and entertainingly insane) world of Augusten Burroughs and I am very glad to have revisited it. While his captivating memoirs each focus on certain eras in his life (Running with Scissors on his relationship with his mother and his time spent living with her crazy psychologist / Dry on the time leading up to and following his stint in rehab / A Wolf at the Table on his chilling relationship with his father), the ‘true stories’ in Magical Thinking focus on his everyday escapades. Much like his memoirs, these stories are wickedly funny, shockingly inappropriate and—thanks to his extreme vanity, considerable loquaciousness, and flair for the dramatic—leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

No. 10 on my challenge. I only wish these short stories were longer.

All the Books

Now, I know what you’re thinking.

“Tori, you haven’t reviewed a book in over a month. Are you all right? Has someone robbed you of your TBR pillars? Have you sustained a terrible blow to the head, making you illiterate and only able to review movies by dictating them to friends and coworkers? Have you given up on your 2016 book challenge already?”

To these questions and more, dear readers, I say “No. But thank you for your concern.”

I’ve been reading, all right. I’ve just been reading ALL THE BOOKS at once. See:


These are my current reads:

  • Soulless by Gail Carriger
  • Nomfiction edited by Little Fiction | Big Truths
  • Green Hills of Africa by Ernest Hemingway
  • Be Frank with Me by Julia Claiborne Johnson
  • Emily Carr As I Knew Her by Carol Pearson
  • Magical Thinking by Augusten Burroughs

At least four of them will be included in my book challenge, one is for work, and the other is just too good not to read right now. Any guesses as to which is which? Here’s my challenge for reference.

Quoted: Magical Thinking


Mrs. Ames told us that the men from the van wanted to use some of us in their commercial. “Not all of you, now. Only some of you. They’re going to have to choose.”

Instantly the students began raising their hands. Except for me. Some voice inside me said, “Don’t do it. It’s beneath you.” Instead, I sat politely at my desk with my hands clasped firmly together. I was very pleased that I’d thought to wear my fourteen-karat-gold electroplated ID bracelet that day. One thing was certain: I would be in their Tang commercial. And if any of the other children tried to get in my way, I would use my pencil to blind them.