First of all I would like to congratulate you for having the courage to tell your story. I know how painful it is to relive embracing memories just so that you can prove a point. Although one of the main problems that I had with your book was that your story is so similar to other stories that I have heard before. Several of my family, friends, and even my sorority sisters have battled with alcoholism and they all claim that “I know I drink, but I’m not an alcoholic”. Guess what you are an Alcoholic. Looking back even you can admit that you had a problem with alcohol when you were in high school. When your pen pal told you that you had a problem with alcohol it should have been a wakeup call for you because she was the neutral third party. You surrounded yourself with people who drink on a regular basis and who would not tell you whether you had a serious problem. It is hard for someone to admit that they have a problem and that they need help. You should not have yelled at your pen pal she was just looking out for you.

I understand that you want to stupid and dangerous activities because you are young, but sometimes you need to grow up. I wish that you would have given more in site on the parents and adults in your community. Just like you I was raised in a rich area and there was nothing better to do but drink alcohol and get high every weekend. Even though there was underage drinking our parents and teachers always talked about the dangers of binge drinking. I have a hard time believing that all the parents in the community were clueless at what their children were doing. My parents, as well as my friend’s parents, knew what we were going all the time and taught us about the dangers of alcohol. You said that you needed to drink seventeen ounces of Southern Comfort so that you could socialize with others. I’m not doing to lie sometimes I need some liquid courage when I feel uncomfortable at a party but I could never drink that much alcohol. One of the problems that I had was the part where you entered college and wanted to pledge a sorority. It was insulting that you were only interested in pledging the “drunk sorority”. I’m a member of a local sorority in Cleveland and we would never have given you a bid. When you are in a sorority you look out for your sisters and make sure that they do not continue down a destructive patch. I do not know whether it is because I’m older and I do not enjoy going to the bars every night getting wasted but there is a point in everyone’s life where they have to grow up. I wish you all the luck in world. I hope that by you writing your story can give hope to anyone who is struggling with some form of addiction.

Twiggy