Holy psychidelic ego on a toasted bun with lettuce, onion, tomato and a pickle. I have discovered the most self-absorbed, Mary Sue-ish, pretentious, adolescent writer ever to wet herself over an Anne Rice novel.
Go read this chick's bio. Read the damn 'preview' of her book, while you're at it, too. There are so many things to snark at, I just
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