Confessions of a reformed bad girl...
As a society, we're fascinated by the stories of liars, cheats, thieves, and drug addicts. And then we're surprised when they lie, cheat, or steal? Unfortunately, this dumbass had to call his work "nonfiction memoir" and go on Oprah to talk about it. If he had called it fiction, he probably wouldn't have made the bestseller list. Then again, that Da Vinci Code piece of crap did.
Am I being cynical? I realize that people can change, but they don't always do so. If I wrote an essay about being a pathological liar, and then was outed for lying about it, would you be shocked?
If the answer is yes, wait until my own memoir is published, then be outraged when I (a) sleep with your husband, (b) do all of your drugs, (c) get the promotion you've been gunning for at work, or (d) throw you under a bus. Or (e) all of the above.