I was looking at one of those full page ads that vanity presses take out in the New York Times Sunday book review, ads the poor deluded "authors" probably paid through the nose for. Even ignoring terms like “fictional novel” that pepper these descriptions, why would anyone want to read the children’s book “Timmy the Titmouse [Full disclosure: name and species of creature changed to protect the innocent]” which is described thusly: “During his adventure, Timmy learns he can be friends with anyone. He also decides to be nice to everyone at every opportunity. Great Book!”
It’s hard for me to believe that anyone would buy this book, even people who don’t have children and think they are all ill-behaved.