I've read a lot of good reviews about this book here--positive, negative, and in-between. But for me, it boils down to this:In the first chapter, Rodriguez tells a story that, if it really happened, and if it happened to a friend whom she describes in such detail in the book that, if such friend exists, she would be easily identified and this chapter would surely lead to *terrible* problems for this friend. As an aside, it is told in such a way as to make Debbie sound like the Rational Save-The-Day American trying to help these poor, ignorant Afghans. Ick.So one of two things is going on here. Either:a) Rodriguez just spilled a very intimate secret that no one ever has any business knowing, and that will place her friend in terrible danger;orb) She made it up, in which case this book is a work of fiction, *not* a the true-story memoir that it claims to be.So which is it Deborah Rodriguez? Are you a cruel fool, or a liar? Either way, pretty despicable.