Schizophrenic, narcissistic teen or brilliant emerging artist or both? That's the question the reader must answer about Addison Stone, Griffin's fictional construct brought to life with photos, original art, fake magazine articles, fake emails, and interviews by those who knew her.

It's an intriguing way to tell this story. The interviewees are the narrators, and they are all unreliable in their own personal ways. You have a collection of loyal girlfriend, dysfunctional parents, disgruntled ex-boyfriends, the hot shot agent, the star struck mentors. And they all have a measure of guilt about Stone's early death - a fall from a New York bridge.

It's definitely like reading about an impending train wreck that you can't stop. You tell yourself, she should have been hospitalized early on, watched over, taken under someone's wing. And yet, and yet, supposedly there's this artistic brilliance - not unlike other troubled artists e.g. Van Gogh. So you wonder whether it's all going to flame out anyway over time, or whether reining it in will destroy it. Good questions to ponder.

Me? I think she wasn't as great as people thought she was. She was desperate for attention. She was not happy. She was a tragic figure.

Now, what about you? What do you think?

One note to the publisher: Can't someone somewhere actually read the final copy and make sure the words are in the right place? Too many instances of misplaced words that could have easily been fixed before final press time. Lazy and sloppy imho. I could do that for you, for a price. Call me.:-)