Whether you like my books or hate them, you surely must admit that they take work, and effort, and a bit of skill and ability. Then this buffoon comes along, almost certainly doesn’t even read the book she’s “written”—and inevitably lands atop the best-seller’s lists.
But, Jeff, you sound jealous …
Hell yeah, I’m jealous. Actually, wrong word. Irked. Pissed. Slightly astonished. Even if the TV show is mildly entertaining and hugely popular, does that mean people want/need to purchase a book this chick hasn’t even written?
Jesus friggin’ Christ.