Lindsay lohan memoir el james jk rowling, Lindsay Lohan, apart from wreaking havoc across Europe, has been weaselling J.K Rowling or E.L. James into ghostwriting her tell-all memoir, according to recent reports.
Sources (Lohan’s gynaecologist) have said, ‘[She] held meetings at major publishing houses in London recently, The stories she promised the literary agents made their jaws drop. She’s prepared to put everything out there, and has already proved she’s not shy with the list of men she claims to have slept with’
Lohan was candid about her list of loves, which were revealed earlier this year. Apparently, it was a blagging list (come on, nobody admits to shagging Wilmer Valderrama without going through some kind of trouble), but helpful in her recovery. The list included,Ashton Kutcher, Ryan Phillippe, Orlando Bloom, Justin Timberlake, Adam Levine, James Franco, Heath Ledger, Zac Efron, Benicio Del Toro, Joaquin Phoenix, Jamie Dornan and more. All those men better hang their heads in shame, particularly Joaquin, who we thought could do better. And how much more do we need to know. The tell-all book will allegedly include the stories behind the encounters, in every sordid detail. Please don’t let your imagination run wild, it’ll only put you off your lunch.
Sources added, ‘[Lindsay is] looking for a ghost writer. It may seem unlikely, but she thinks she’s in with a shot of getting E.L. James to work on it — they met recently at the Chiltern Firehouse and got on well. Another pie in the sky idea was that she might persuade J.K. Rowling to work with her.’
Whatever, Linds has been smoking, we want some. We think it’s a tad ambitious to even think that the two of the world’s biggest writers would waste time chained to their laptops, scribing every minutiae of the redheaded actress’s life. We doubt J.K. Rowling is poor or desperate enough to drum up elegant prose on Lohan’s wandering fire crotch. And we think E.L. James has had quite enough experience writing about lukewarm sexapades about a poor little rich girl. However, we wouldn’t mind seeing (as did half of male Hollywood) Fifty Shades of Red hit the bookshops…
