The Bookseller to the Stars Book of the Year 2005
After much deliberation locked deep underground, I am pleased to announce this year's winner of The Bookseller to the Stars Book of the Year 2005. "The Bitch Goddess Notebook" by Martha O'Connor....
It was another great year for fiction and ghosted, crap celebrity biographies but this year's winner is one corker of a book. Standing out above all the rest of this summer's tripe, this sits clearly as a work of cathartic genius and literary RockNRoll joy.
Here was my original world exclusive first review, now proudly placed upon the author's website.
We called Martha to break her the exciting news...
Bookseller to the Stars: "We're here with Martha O'Connor... she's just found out that she's the proud recipient of The Bookseller to the Stars Book of the Year.... How are you feeling Martha?"
Martha O: "I am thrilled and er, most honored to accept this prestigious award..."
BTTS: "And?"
Martha O: "It's quite an honor."
BTTS: "And?"
Martha O: "I'm speechless really."
BTTS: "And?"
Martha O: "Perhaps they'll put it on the paperback along with the amazon review that said i was clearly sick and disturbed..."
BTTS: "Quite... What next for the Martha O'C literary "machine"?
Martha O: "Oh, I am at work on another novel... I am always hush hush till the last minute. They always change and transmogrify as i am writing. The Bitch Posse began as a children's picture book... about frogs..."
BTTS: "One last word of advice for all of the kids out there who have read and gradually also become sick and disturbed?"
Martha O: "ummmm...."
BTTS: "..."
Martha O: "that's the best i can do... ummmm..."
BTTS: "That's great Martha, Always great to have you on... We are going to cross over to the states now where I believe we have Chip in a helicopter over Harriet Miers house... I hear he is not sure what is going on, she's up on the roof there.... Chip?"


2 Comments:
Kickass choice for this stunningly prestigious honor--I commend you, O Star-Crossed Book Dude.
Is Chip sure Harriet Miers was on her OWN roof? Because maybe it was actually Paris Hilton's roof, which could go a long way toward explaining how Christian Slater managed to fall off the thing. Not that I'm implying here that Harriet, you know, [i]pushed[/i] him or anything. Because I wasn't actually there and plus I wouldn't want to piss off her friends.
*chuckles*
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