"Life was hard. But a pouf? That should be easy."
OK, so the line isn't exactly on a par with One Hundred Years of Solitude. It could be worse, though, considering that it opens A Shore Thing, a novel by Snooki. If, like President Obama, you have no idea who Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi is, I applaud you. Me, I do know. And while I admit being amused by the Jersey Shore member - come on, she has her own iPhone app! and it's really funny! - as a book critic I am compelled to whine that the fact the Oompa-Loompa-hued reality star got a book contract is enough to make me give up on the American intellect and for all. How many good books go unpublished, etc., etc.? How many trees died for this? You get the picture.
Thing is, I am more amused than appalled by A Shore Thing. And lots of crappy books get published every year (is this really worse than anything by James Frey?) I'm not going to actually read the thing (which is apparently not about quantam physics or string theory but two Jersey chicks in stilettos looking for "fried Oreos" and "hot guidos"). But I did get a giggle out of the cover, which makes no attempt to pretend this is a real novel.