Once upon a time, in the land of Eng Land, there was a billionaire author, J. K. "Joking" Rowling, who decided to write a new book that had nothing to do with the books for which she was known. Feeling the burden of progress, Joking decided to write some sexy, drug stuff and would not apologize for it.
When The Book came out, the first viewers looked once, then looked twice and were turned into the dreaded "Reviewers," friend or foe a billionaire can never tell. The First Reviewer cast down the mighty Joking. Despite this, The Book was set to make history in the form of money. Conservative Reviewers called The Book "leftist screed." Then, The New Yorking Timers Reviewers gave their word, and it was displeased. Finally, the Huddled Masses Reviewers said it was cool by them.
One also assumes the billionaire Joking went about her life.
*Kid Wizard Shit is my hip hop name.