I have to admit that I had a hard time reading A Wolf at the Table. Since I absolutely adore Augusten Burroughs, it hurt my heart to read about the abuse he endured as a child. His first childhood memoir, Running with Scissors, is also horrific, but it is hysterically funny at the same time. There is no humor in Wolf at the Table--not even dark humor. I felt like I was reading A Child Called "It".
After I finished A Wolf at the Table, I quickly went back and reread Burroughs's books of funny essays: Magical Thinking and Possible Side Effects. I needed to reassure myself that he is now happy and safe.
