There it is...the ugly truth, I read it. Why did I read the Diana Chronicles? I could pretend I was reading it as a shocking exposure of the tabloid system as I'm sure Tina Brown thought it was. I imagine her brow furrowed as she tapped away on her word processor thinking it all mattered, and it just had to get out there! "I've ripped the cover off the whole Establishment!" I imagine her thinking, hoping in vain that Someone Royal or Rupert Murdoch would declare a Fatwa on her like they did with Salman Rushdie. I'm sure she saw herself riding around in unmarked limos to literary cocktail parties where no one knew she'd be there till the last minute and then the standing ovation when they saw her..Tina Brown, brave journalist who stood by her story, "it was an ink blue evening dress not purple as they would have you believe".
In the end I read it because it was there and it is the sort of thing you read with a cold or while recovering from sinus surgery. And, of course, like a well oiled machine I blubbed away with all of Britain in the last chapter.
If anyone is suffering from a cold I can send it to you.
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