First, let me say this: I do not hate Lauren Conrad. I think she’s one of the few people on The Hills who seems like a halfway tolerable human being, and possibly even in possession of a working brain. BUT. Do I think she deserved a book deal? HELL to the NAW. And yet, she got one, and her debut novel, L.A. Candy hits stores June 16. Am I a bitter professional writer who has no book deal? Yes. But that doesn’t make this argument any less valid.
The book is about a 19-year-old who moves to Los Angeles and has her life filmed for reality television cameras. Wow, what a novel concept! Wherever did she come up with that?
Anyway, here’s an excerpt:
Paolo smiled at her. He had the cutest smile. “Hey, this may be a little forward, but … could I call you sometime? Maybe we could go out for coffee or something? I just moved here from San Francisco, and I don’t know too many people in town.” Jane was taken aback by his boldness. They had met all of 60 seconds ago. Still, he did kinda look like a young Brad Pitt. Besides, when was the last time she’d been on a date? “Sure,” she said.
Jane blinked. Oh, yeah. The cameras were still rolling. Paolo was being filmed. But he didn’t seem fazed by it.
Um, yeah. Not that I was expecting a whole lot, but seriously? It just makes me so angry to think of how many talented writers are languishing out there right now, trying desperately to get a book deal. And this girl, who’s done little more than allow people to film her for several years gets her novel published. Life, she ain’t fair.