whatever fayner does, it'll make me less angry than having to hear about carly milne's 15 minutes when her book comes out. apparently someone gave her a deal, just like dr.phil.
i'm pro-kyoto-fisting on this one, it's going to be a "novelty" bonanza as she capitalizes on being goodall/joy adamson in the porn wild. the chick beats the pithy thing to death, then lets ttboy at it. it'll be the "smile-to-yourself" read of the year, while at the crux of it just being self-congratulatory masturbation about how cute and capable a chick she is. but she's got the hook i guess, doesn't matter if she's the hostess cupcake/sharper image product of writers. the subject is delicious and shiny, but it's fucking tripe. but i also like middlemarch, so i've got issues with writing other than questionable sentence structure and grasp of dose bigger letters that start sentences.