Connie Meester gave birth to a girl who would grow up to wear headbands with a bewitching air of self-congratulatory pride and star of a beloved show about wealthy teenage histrionics. And now, the elder Ms. Meester wants to talk about it by preparing her memoirs for release
. The tome will cover her own troubled, drug-addled past, her stint in a Texas prison (she was allowed to take a break from the clink in order to give birth to Leighton), and her efforts to turn her life around just in time
for season two: Chuck Bass, this could be you!
Since Meester is still searching for a publisher, may I be so bold as to suggest Thomas Nelson, printer of inspirational books and Bibles? They're set to fling Lynn Spears's potential cash-cow memoir, Through the Storm: A Real Story of Fame and Family in a Tabloid World
into the public's eager hands this month
. (Jamie Lynn ought to have waited to send that redonkulous fake care package to Bristol Palin
so she could have tucked in a copy in between the onesie.) Perhaps Thomas Nelson can devote an entire sector of their press to mommy-memoirs that further exploit the lives and fame-levels of their daughters. Who needs earth-shattering works of short fiction
when you can soar to the apex of the Times
best-seller list and dance on a pile of money from your insane auction-won advance?