Kathryn Stockett, The Help, is only 40 years old and something is wrong. She's not old enough to be that great a writer. Oh my god. I'm disappointed because not only have I not achieved anything close to that, but that's three years younger than me. Knowing that will make me work harder. But I devoted a good ten years imbibing to the point of unconcsiousness, so I have some catching up to do.
Naturally I'm an optimist, but that news shocked me and I'm saddened I haven't reached her level of success yet. I'm looking at my arm right now and it's turning a pastel shade of green.
Yesterday I opened The Help and spent eleven solid hours of reading it. She's that good.
But my genre is completely different. And I'm really unique. LOL.
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