Don't judge me! I know there's no middle ground with Wendy Williams. You either love her or you hate her. I LOVE Wendy! She's over the top. She asks questions that no one else will ask. She doesn't apologize for who she is or doing what she does to get what she wants. That being said, she needs to apologize for this book. If you've read the first two Ritz Harper books, you know that they're loosely based on her life.In this third installation, Ritz has bounced back from a failed hit on her life and the death of her baby daughter. She's back with a vengeance and ready to take on television (sound familiar?). With the help of her trusty producer, Chas, Ritz strikes out for Hollywood, only to find that while she may be the Queen of All Media in New York, people in Hollywood haven't a clue as to who she is. Chas has set up a meeting with Rutger, his bisexual lover who is also the head of the Big Four networks. In other words, he's the person that can green light projects. Rutger is turned off by Ritz's attitude and sends her to a colleague of his that specializes in "diversity" projects.
What ensues is an unbelievable interaction with the diversity czar, his mammy-like housekeeper, a cotton field in his backyard, and a shrine to all things portraying black women in a degrading light. Ritz emerges from her "session" with him armed with a contract and the rest is history.
Did I say it was unbelievable? It's unbelievable. I can go for some far fetched writing here and there, but this was absolutely ridiculous. I know, I know. Wendy never claimed writing was her thing. She should stick to what she does best, giving us good gossip.
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