I read hundreds of books every year, and therefore my social media analytics are tracking authors of all kinds. Unfortunately, there is one book in particular that would make for a great discussion:
“Why is this memoir a good example of how NOT to write a book?”
I would be afraid to ask, “What do you think about this book?” because some white, straight male reader might raise his hand and say, “I agree with this guy. I got dumped once and I hated the bitch for life” and then I’d have to call security.
But that’s a good summary of the out-takes of interveiws with the author of this book.
I have no idea who these people are, never met either one of them, but because his media circus is bombarding me on Twitter and Instagram, I feel sorry and afraid for Rebecca Romijn.
See, my natural inclination is to identify and verbalize “OMG” red flag warnings, not to mention that the holidays are speeding toward us and I know that women are a thousand times more likely to be abused and even killed on Christmas Day by straight men.
Some editor or publisher might say, “We let him be honest and use his authentic voice.”
But that’s why I am afraid of this guy. That’s my authentic voice!
“In my mind back then, she was the Devil, and I just hated her,” he admits. “I couldn’t believe how much I hated her, and it ruined my life.”
It’s important when you are dealing with a con man that you pay careful attention to when the seemingly charming mask begins slipping. I don’t see this guy as reformed or healed. He needs much more time, more meetings, less writing. Well, here it is in his own voice:
What really irks me is that his book is selling like hotcakes and some of my exceptionally brilliant writer girlfriends’ manuscripts were turned down by publishers this year, and I’m not happy about that.
So anyhow, here is my “take really good care of yourself during November and December” reading list:
Mary Louise Penaz 
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