I'm sure many of you know that Pamela Anderson has written a novel. It's called Star, and there's a a brief excerpt from it being reprinted in articles around the 'Net. Here it is:
"'You're not dying, you're just growing up,' her mother tells Star according to an excerpt. "'Looks like you're finally going to get some boobs. You're becoming a woman, honey. You're blooming!'"
"And bloom she did. Her breasts came on suddenly and tenaciously, as if trying to make up for lost time."
Now that's what I call writing! Pure poetry.