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.
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What's all the more sad is that those words were written by a ghostwriter. The jiggling hepatitis reservoir has been happily telling folks on her "signing" tour that doesn't read books, much less write them. Well, okay, that's my biased interpretation. But she has admitted she didn't write the thing.
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