That’s when it all goes to shit. Kyle, unable to scrape up the $10,000 for the ring of Heather’s dreams, buys her an exact duplicate for $90 – made of cubic zirconia. When Heather has the ring appraised with her sorority sisters and discovers the fake, she is livid, and her true materialism is revealed.
The entire book is leading up to the shit-hitting-the-fan-ending that is alluded to throughout. That ending was one of the driving forces for me to zip through the book – and I was not disappointed. It was totally worth it – the kind of thing that is so outlandish it could never really happen, but then you start to realize that there are people out there demented enough to pull some of these stunts.
With his second novel, Kultgen feels like the new Brett Easton Ellis. His writing is snappy, his characters are the kind you love to hate (though Heather’s “like, whatever, you know” Valley Girl speak gets tiresome – way too realistic), and the situations are vile.
Sex is imaginatively graphic, such as Brett making one girl eat peanut butter out of a girl’s vagina, and jelly out of her ass. The situations are twisted, and Kultgen isn’t afraid to take it to the next level – it is not enough that Heather gets date-raped; she is double teamed by her boyfriend and his skeezy best friend).
The Lie is a quick, entertaining, imaginative read, but not for the easily offended, faint of heart, or people terrified by deviant sex.