Paris Hilton and I sold book proposals last week. It’s pretty weird to see news of both our books in the trade announcements.
I would like to take this opportunity to say in public that even though Paris’s book, like mine, is all about “hairdo’s,” and Chad Muska, and how sometimes you request vegetarian meals on flights but then they won’t be there and that is so annoying, because you hate the food, so then sometimes you bring McDonald’s on the plane, which totally pisses everyone off, I’m happy for her. I mean, despite these obvious similarities between our books, and regardless of the fact that she thinks she was the first person to ever dance topless on a bartop for Oscar De La Hoya (uh, think again, Miss P.), I really am truly happy for Ms. Hilton’s literary accomplishment and I wish her the very best.
