So, I read this book and all y’all can take off your judges robes already. It was ridiculous and horrible and amazing and horrible. Also, horrible. There is no shame here, only entertainment. It’s got pages of glossy photos. And slutty equestrian wear fashion lines. And whinging about paparazzi. And detailed accounts of her many reality shows (so I could have just watched tv instead). And a klassy wedding that’s already ended in divorce. And many inspiring quotes about plastic surgery. I give this book seven fake boobs out of ten.
Note: Though it may seem like I am developing a rating system, that assumption is vastly overassumed. And, scene.