the supposedly true diary of a teenage drug addict that was actually written by a Mormon woman lying about being a psychologist

Okay, I knew it was fictitious, but I didn't know it was that fictitious.

By the end, Emerson is so clearly sick of wading through Sparks' nonsense that you get lines like "Beatrice Sparks was no more a psychologist than she was a Sasquatch, and even a lazy editor could have unraveled the lies with a single phone call."

Were Barrett's family interviewed for the book? I would want to talk to anyone who would listen about my sibling/child's life being stolen.