Wondermom just continues to astonish me. She's cranked out her 400-page memoir in almost no time. She's bitchin', as we used to say in the 60s. Sometimes it takes me an hour just to get three sentences the way I want them. I can't imagine how long it would take me to write four hundred fucking pages.
Added 11:48 am, Thursday, October 1st:
More on the rogue here. I have a feeling this fucking book will also set a new record for going from the retail shelf to the remainder table. If the suckers who are lining up to pay full price would be patient, they could get a copy for 99 cents in a few months.
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