I wonder sometimes, what is the absolute smallest most insignificant brush with fame that causes someone to believe they should write a book about it?
I think it might be this: Dede Scozzafava to write her memoirs
Of course the prime example of the genre is the current White House occupant who (ghost)wrote TWO memoirs before he ever had a job with management responsibilities, but still . . . Dede Scozzafava? Is this really a story that needs telling? I think I’d sooner pick up a Kid Rock autobiography. Or maybe Kid Rock will follow Obama’s example and write TWO of them . . .