The only lie I would accept by an autobiographer is the one with which s/he protects another person’s privacy. The moment we [writers] decide to write our autobiography, we are committing toward the reader that we will be HONEST. Now, we can forget. God forbid we are allowed to forget. No one can recall every single moment of his or her life. However, we are not allowed and we ought not to choose what to forget. In Revelations, Julian of Norwich is honest, by her own point of view. She has an experience that no one else has, and she narrates it with zeal. I could not feel betrayed because through her captivating writing she creates this feeling of the divine presence which warns me to doubt it not. In some way, I [reader] feel that I would not be a good believer if I thought for a moment that she lied.