Ironically, Jennifer Love Hewitt doesn't know shit about her middle name.

There are two things to like about JLH. Yet, apparently she’s more than just life support for a pair of tits. Apparently, she can write, too. Or at least type. Or maybe just dictate to a ghost-writer. But a book has been published bearing her name and cartoon likeness. Is it any good? What do you think?

I’ll be honest, I haven’t yet read “The Day I Shot Cupid: Hello, My Name Is Jennifer Love Hewitt and I'm a Love-aholic” and I probably never will. But I have read a brief and very scary review by NPR’s Linda Holmes.

Jennifer Love Hewitt’s greatest accomplishment in life thus far is undoubtedly her tight-dressed performance in the 2001 art film, Heartbreakers. Since then, she’s occupied a spot in the media as a sort of low-rent Jennifer Aniston (albeit with a much bigger ass).

Yet, from what I can gather about this book, JLH has lost her ever-loving mind. Personally, I don’t expect much from celebrities in the way of intelligence, but the quotes in that review make her come off like a delusional retard. Some of her ideas on male/female interaction seem cribbed from a lunatic etiquette book published in the 1950s. Take this one:

“From the list of ‘What A Man Should Know’: ‘How to pick a diamond,’ and ‘To always have a coat for you.’ A coat for you? Always? He should always have a coat for you? And pick out diamonds?”

Those, my friends, are the thoughts of someone on the express Crazy Train to Disappointment-land. Jamie Kennedy got out just in time.

UPDATE: As more proof that she's not someone from whom you should take relationship advice, JLH was recently spotted reading someone else’s self-help relationship book. Wait, what? Why would the “author” of her own relationship self-help book need to read “Why Men Love Bitches: From Doormat to Dreamgirl - A Woman’s Guide to Holding Her Own in a Relationship”? Because she didn’t know what the hell she was ”writing” about and only got published because she’s a ”celebrity.”