I’m not sure what else to call this crap by Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi from Jersey Shore, which I fear will spawn a whole genre. It’ll be on end caps, then we’ll see shelves like we do Twilight and its ilk.
I fully expected it to be garbage, but the excerpts that have come out take it to a whole new level. An example of her shining brilliance:
“Gia danced around a little, shaking her peaches for show. She shook it hard. Too hard. In the middle of a shimmy, her stomach cramped. A fart slipped out. A loud one. And stinky.”
I think the ghostwriter dropped about twenty IQ points trying to channel Snooki. In fact, most folks are already blaming the book’s very presence on the ghostwriter. I disagree. I blame the editor, the publisher, and the people who made Snooki a star. This is someone cashing in on the success of a TV show, and the ghostwriter was just following orders and collecting a paycheck. This is like Hollywood, pandering to the lowest common denominator because people are suckers for celebrity culture.
It’s all about glorifying stupidity.
I had hope it may actually bomb because I’m told the students at our school have expressed no interest in it; they haven’t asked the librarian to stock it, and they haven’t asked to borrow it from another library. Unfortunately it’s doing very well on Amazon’s sales rank. It’s averaging three stars on the reviews, but half of the five-star reviews are sarcastic.
The rest of the good reviews are from people like this: