James Frey is the bestselling author from Ohio of Queen Oprah's recent pick, A Million Little Pieces, his so-called "non-fiction" memoir. Interestingly, it turns out he lied to make himself seem worse than he really was, and the extent of his fabricated depravity is part of what drew Oprah to his book.
Here's what I'm wondering: Why are people tempted to embellish their lives so that they seem like troublemakers? Do your friends ever exaggerate their own histories like Frey did, skewing it negatively in the re-telling? Why is it so cool to be bad in our culture?
I pray this whole scandal leads Frey to see that the only person who can repair a shattered life, whether it's been broken into a million little pieces or only into a dozen, is not himself or Oprah, but the Broken Man Himself -- Jesus of Nazareth.