- Hardcover: 256 pages
- Publisher: Celebra; First Edition edition (January 6, 2009)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 045122521X
- ISBN-13: 978-0451225214
- Product Dimensions: 9.1 x 6.2 x 0.8 inches
- Shipping Weight: 1 pounds
- Average Customer Review: 3.3 out of 5 stars See all reviews (44 customer reviews)
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #3,262,708 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Red Carpet Suicide: A Survival Guide on Keeping Up With the Hiltons Hardcover – January 6, 2009
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About the Author
Well before Perez Hilton (the Miami-born Mario Lavandeira) grew his website, PerezHilton.com, into a Tinseltown franchise raking in 9 million page views a day, the self-proclaimed “Queen of All Media” knew exactly how Hollywood was changing. If you used to need an actual talent—acting, singing, playing a sport—in order to make it big, now you could become famous for being famous, and doing absolutely nothing at all. And anyone can do it; in other words, you too can be a Hilton!
Jared Shapiro is the News and Entertainment Director at Life & Style Weekly, and author of Going Corporate: Moving Up Without Screwing Up. He has appeared on VH1, Entertainment Tonight, E!, and Inside Edition.
Top Customer Reviews
And well, if I am being honest it was...good for a FEW laughs. The first few chapters I chuckled over. I got a kick out of his list of different types of Hilton's (though why he included Drew Barrymore in that list I am still trying to figure out). His description of Amy Whinehouse's diet was a hoot, but then I noticed something...he was saying the same thing over and over again, only this time he included a few crudely drawn pictures to go along with his melodrama.
He seems to truly dislike women, and though he certainly shows some disdain for men, women receive the brunt of his crude attacks.
This book was a waste of time, and frankly it started to get downright nasty. His list of Mad libs is more or less ridiculing the dead.
Don't waste your time, trust me...you won't be missing a thing if you pretend like this book doesn't even exist.
This was a poor attempt at humor and it was so unbelievably airheaded, as it tried to be, yet it didn't have any appealing qualities the way that The Devil Wears Prada or Confessions of a Shopaholic do, even with THOSE books being equally airheaded.
It is obvious to me that he wrote this book to milk his 15 minutes of fame for all its worth. He really is no better than the celebrities he writes about.
If you're that curious about this collection of nonsensical, unfunny blah blah blah (which applauds things like drunk driving, eating disorders, ridiculing children and old people) plunk yourself down at a Barnes & Nobel, order a latte and read it for free. You'll be really glad you didn't spend your hard earned money supporting a bottom feeder named Perez Hilton. He is the poop stain on the bottom of a flea's shoe.