You know how sometimes you see a trailer for a movie and think it’s going to be really funny, then you go to the movie and realize that all of the funny parts were in the trailer? Or they reveal the entire plot line in the trailer and there’s nothing new in the 2 1/2 hours you sit through? Well, Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs is a lot like that. I had seen this book with the boy wearing a box on his head for several years in the book store. The back of the book tells about how a woman gives her son away to be raised by an eccentric Psychiatrist. That’s pretty much the best part of the saga. Burroughs’ memoir tells his childhood story in a manner that is graphic and raw. There is little joy to be found in this book and very little good to be found. Even the Psychiatrist is just a fringe character passing through Burroughs life in bits and pieces. I ached for the young boy who was left to struggle through life and was let down at every turn by the adults in his life. I find it almost unbelievable that all of these events could have occurred without any intervention by the authorities. Although our society seems to cry from all of the regulation that is imposed on us by the government, this story is a vivid example of what happens when people are allowed to live out their addictions and disfunctions totally unchecked. I hope that Burroughs found some type of joy through writing this memoir and maturing into adulthood.