Why I lived a lie. . .an open apology to Ron Rash
By Allison Lee
First, let me say that my offense was unintentional and seemed unavoidable at the time. It was a dark and stormy night, or at least a dark and stormy time of my life, and I just could not read a book without a happy ending. I wasn’t at the place emotionally to grasp that a plot full of turmoil and characters of questionable moral fiber could still be beautifully written and come to a satisfying conclusion, so I lied. Well, no, that’s not really true, I didn’t outright lie, I avoided the truth. . .okay, I ran from it.
Everyone read the book. The author came and read from the book. Everyone was talking about the book. Almost overnight, it became THE BOOK. I couldn’t read it. I just couldn’t. Everyone said it was dark, and I already felt dark. So, when asked if I had read it, I said it was dark. That wasn’t a lie, EVERYONE said it was dark, and that’s all I said. I was careful to never actually say that I knew because I read it, only that I knew it.