Quote:
Originally Posted by Tango
excerpt from Storms: My Life With Lindsey Buckingham and Fleetwood Mac by Carol Ann Harris, 2007:
starting at page 105, as Carol Ann Harris finds Lindsey beginning to have a grand mal seizure in front of her-
"Before I could speak again, before I could touch him, he fell to the floor and started to convulse. He kicked and thrashed, his eyes beseeching me for help, and I didn't know what to do. I threw myself onto the floor next to him and tried to hold his shaking body still, but he seemed as strong as ten men and I was thrown backward, hitting my head on the edge of the coffee table. . . .
Richard! Help us, Richard! Richard, help! Lindsey's dying! Richard, help me!
. . .
After what seemed in eternity I heard a voice say "Front desk," and I yelled shrilly into the receiver, "Get an ambulance for room 7322! Lindsey Buckingham needs paramedics and an ambulance! Now!" [Philadelphia didn't have 911 yet]
. . . "Carol, what's happening? What's wrong with Lindsey?"
etc etc etc etc etc.....
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that drivel found a publisher?
omg. i could hardly read that excerpt. it is SO bad. so badly written. and we're supposed to believe she remembered exchanges like that word for word?
(insert that awesome barfing smiley here)
here's my thought about why it was delayed - and the fact that it doesn't really contain any of the "juice" it promised:
lawyers.
stevie's. and lindsey's.