The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels--A Love Story - Ree Drummond I'm only in chapter 3 and already I've decided that this woman isn't a good person. So far, she's a wimp, a cheater and a dog killer (and as far as I can tell, she doesn't feel bad about any of it). And the way she writes for her stuttering, developmentally disabled brother is just uncool. (Not to mention she's the one reading the book on the CD - which means I get to listen to the stuttering voice she gives him) But maybe that's what real love does to you. I'm not sure. She'd better redeem herself. I'm rooting for her to be better, but I'm not holding my breath.

And for the love of god, name your freaking husband. You already said you fell in love with and married the man, stop calling him "Marlboro Man," the preciousness of it makes me want to vomit.

ETA Jan. 23: With her overly-grandiose wording and the section about how "Marlboro Man" saved her from a life without beef (Seriously?! Just shut the hell up), I've decided Drummond is beyond redemption. Now I'm just reading out of spite and irritation.

"I'd do anything for Marlboro Man, including forsake my longtime commitment to avoiding meat." This is her proof of their love. To me it seems to simply be proof that she is willing to give up her supposed ideals and change for a man.

ETA Jan. 24: Okay, I made it to chapter eight. I can't take this anymore. She's not a good writer at all. Things you'll never hear a writing teacher tell you: use your thesaurus so you sound smart; similes are fun, use as many as you can; make yourself sound amazing in every way possible; repeat names until your readers want to rip their eyes out; and try to be funny, people love that!

I hate to be mean, but stick to blogging and leave the writing to the authors. We're done here.