James Frey, the now notorious author of A Little Million Pieces, has finally admitted (on Oprah) that his "memoir" is heavily embellished. The "essence" of his "memoir" however, is supposedly real. That's right, the memoir's a fake, but the essence is real. Essence my butt. Reminds me of cheating spouses who go "But that was just sex! I love only you!". FTBSITTTD? FTBS indeed, and the BS is all Frey.

With all the controversy surrounding the book and the blatant lies in it, I'm surprised the publisher still classifies the book as a nonfiction memoir. It boggles the mind. Hey, maybe Harry Potter can be a memoir too.

The good thing for Frey is that he can now finally write a true memoir: Memoirs of a Liar. Probably not worth the paper it's printed on, but I bet it'll make a good fire, most preferably with the liar roasting on top.

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