Devil On My Shoulder
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Before you opened this book, what was your mental picture of Alice Cooper? Share the first image or song that came to mind.
Was there a moment early on where you thought, oh, I like this guy more than I expected to? What did it?
The book lives in the space between Alice the character and the man who takes the makeup off. Which of those two did you find yourself rooting for, and did that feeling surprise you?
Memoirs about addiction can feel like a confession or like a conversation. Which did this one feel like to you, and did that make it easier or harder to sit with?
He writes from inside a world of tour buses, late nights, and constant noise. What did you find yourself craving on his behalf while reading? Quiet, home, a friend, something else?
Faith and family thread through the book quietly rather than loudly. Did that gentleness feel earned to you, and has anything in your own life been held together by something that understated?
Without giving anything away, there is a point where the tone of the book shifts from surviving to living. When did you feel that turn happening, and what did it stir up in you?
He is generous about the people who stayed. If you were writing your own chapter of thanks, who would be in it, and what would you want them to know you noticed?