Well, they may buy his books, but like the Wizard stuff, I think that's all part of the corporate 'Hype Machine'. Send in enough fake emails, skew enough sale numbers through Diamond, chat up enough people with rumors and bullshit, and you can make anyone a "star". I've never talked to anyone who actually thinks he's a genuinely good writer...
Um...
Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
