Is everyone else getting spammed by Xulon and Outskirt presses this week or did I bring this plague of locusts upon myself by mentioning last Friday that I'd been raised by fundie Baptists and had a friend who'd gone to a Christian college (he's partial to the Spaghetti Monster these days)?
No, I will not review vanity press books. I don't give a flip about your relationship with Jesus or your advice on how to improve my life, I don't want to read your testimony, and honestly, when you tell me you can control the weather by speaking to it a la Jesus, I think you're batshit psychotic. No wonder you had to self-publish.
I'm not your target audience, people. Sorry if that hurts your special little feelings, but hey, the truth shall make you free.