Memoirs Aren’t Fairytales: A Story of Addiction (Marni Mann)


Leaving behind a nightmarish college experience, Nicole and her friend, Eric, escape their home of Bangor, Maine to start a new life in Boston. Fragile and scared, Nicole desperately seeks a new beginning to help erase her past. But there is something besides freedom waiting for her in the shadows—a drug that will make every day a nightmare.


With one taste, the love that once flowed through Nicole’s veins turns into cravings. Tracks mark the passing of time, and heroin’s grip gets tighter. It holds her hand through deaths and prostitution, but her addiction keeps her in the darkness. When her family tries to strike a match to help light her way, Nicole must choose between a life she can hardly remember, or a love for heroin she’ll never forget. 

The title is lying to you. This book is FAR from a fairytale. It’s the most gut wrenching, jaw dropping, and uncomfortable book I have probably read this year. Probably read to date, actually.

“I love to chase the dragon.”

I liked this book because of the structure. I liked how everything was laid out for the reader, nothing was hidden or disguised or sugar coated. While reading, you got to experience all of Nicole’s struggles right along side with her. You slid right on down the rabbit hole with her unwillingly. I could not put this book down. I just couldn’t look away. My heart might have been breaking and my jaw might have been on the floor one too many times but I couldn’t stop.


The eyes and mind of an addict, guys. It’s a scary place. But it was an adventure all in its own nonetheless. All of these bad things keep happening and happening to Nicole and her surroundings. It’s terrible and disgusting but Marni’s writing never falters. It never slips or stutters. It was absolutely mesmerizing. Nicole’s character in the story was so dynamic and well built you can’t help but to hurt for her. To want the good for her.


Addiction. Deaths. Drugs. Rape. Dirty. Dark. Prostitution. Pregnancies. Betrayals. Love. It’s everything that is real in this world. All of the things you turn and bat an eye at are splayed on all of these pages for your pretty little eyes. That you can’t look away from for once. It’s real. It’s raw. You’ll never be the same after reading this. I know I won’t be.


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