Other reviewers have covered the elements that make this book at best annoying and at its worst, kind of despicable. Having heard many stories from my mom's time spent working at the Bellevue adolescent psych ward in the 70s while she was in social work school, I was expecting something, well, just better.
I have to just put one little thing out there: WTF was up with the author simultaneously writing a book about MDMA and naming her kid Molly?!? Really?