con·se·quence (kŏn'sĭ-kwěns', -kwəns)
n. Something that logically or naturally follows from an action or condition.
Coming from someone who's spent many years of her life making up stories and turning them into novels, I have absolutely no sympathy for someone who makes up a story and calls it a memoir. How niave must you be to think that no one will connect you with the book -- say, for instance, your own SISTER, who clearly knows your background does not include drug running for LA gangs?
The memoir Love and Consequences was published recently as a mostly true account of the writer's real life. She claimed a lot of facts about her life in the book, though none of it ended up being true. And there's even a picture of her on the flap. You're asking to be discovered! The thing that gets me the most about this story is that she could have written the book as a fictional account of her life, which wouldn't have led to thousands of books being recalled from bookstores and her reputation being smeared all over the sidewalk. She would have even been able to keep the $100K.
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