As someone who used to work in a bookstore, I have nightmares about the Rush Limbaugh books. One time my co-worker found one and decided to read us the back cover. Imagine a 6 foot 5 red headed Viking-like guy lying in the narrow aisle, tears running down his face, as he tried to get through reading about the guy who's taught about the meaning of love and sex by a museum dress mannequin. There were others. I'm pretty sure I blocked them all out.
Ha ha WTF?! Did the ghost writer drop any pretense that these were aimed towards children and just decided to go bat shit insane with it?