Do you really care what university I went to, whether or not I have a fuzzy cat named Snowball (his name is actually Sammy), and how many years I've been writing for?
I will assume you're cooler than that, so the answer of course is no.
What's left then?
Okay I got it:
-I did not shy away from wearing denim-top-to-bottom in high school (there is a direct inverse relationship between how much denim I wore and how few tongues were launched down my throat at school dances...or anywhere in high school at all).
-I'm continually baffled by that Malaysian baby whose father let him smoke two packs of cigarettes a day. That baby had so many fat rolls, and I thought cigarettes were supposed to be slimming.
-I always hated those insufferable couples who would cuddle and make out on the subway...until I became half of one. But now I'm back to being none of one so I hate them again.
This illustrious biography gives a pretty clear idea of what The Book of Awful is like. Let's just say that I couldn't come to grips with how positive and gooey the bestselling "The Book of Awesome" was...and so I wrote a parody.
You can't go wrong with hearing how much worse life could be, in an insane/ridiculous manner for only $2.99. I'll explain it in an easier way: I guarantee The Book of Awful will make you laugh; if it doesn't I will give you my home address, so you can show up at my door and administer a beating.
Hopefully it won't come to the beating option, because I really do think you'll laugh when you read my book. Laughter may seem like a tiny thing, but laughter releases endorphins which are basically like chemical drugs, so my book is like a bag full of drugs for only $2.99.
WHAT A DEAL!
I hope you'll enjoy my book and I'd love to hear your thoughts :-).
Thanks,
Romi Moondi
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