But really, the book is so much fun. Like over-scratching mosquito bites ’til they bleed, or like chewing on that broken fingernail that you should have left well enough alone.

It’s the PERFECT book to read in the tub.

There is only a certain brand of Fabulous you will get from the freaky-looking six-foot-something former man-wife of a closeted wealth-and-violence obsessed rap mogul.

But I say go for it! Heaven knows, churches need more Asian trannies and their admirers.

So you just tell me how to get fabulosity, and I’ll be ever so grateful.

Happy New Year!