My ex-boyfriend, who lives in Kentucky, is a tire salesman and was recently married (not to me, obviously), wrote a book last year. I ordered it from Amazon because, frankly, I was DYING to see if he mentioned me. Okay, yea, I’m a narcissist.
I appear in only one short story, thus far (I haven’t finished the book. It’s kind of…tediously excruciating, in the most flattering way possible). My name was changed. This is good. It was changed to a name I like. Also good. As for the story, well, it’s kind of boring. It’s more one of those “you had to be there” things.
So, fame isn’t all I thought it would be. Let this be a lesson to my many ex-boyfriends: if you’re going to write a book and include me, make it awesome.