Once in a while I buy a magazine dedicated to writers ( I find it helps when I'm feeling discouraged with my own writing - its a pick-me-up) I came across an interesting piece on, 'Fakebooks for the bestsellers list' Apparently a fake novel has made the bestseller list. The novel is an erotic novel, its has its own cover and blurb and is full of 'crowd-sourcing' deliberately incoherent content featuring lots of sex and characters with fashionable jobs. The 'joke' was recreated by a comedy site, called 'Not Safe For Work' who launched the book and encouraged customers to buy it for 99cents and to post a hilarious 5 star review - it gathered 2262 readers with an average rating of 4.5. My point is why do these numbskulls give obviously pathetic novels great ratings whats the joke? I don't get it. Because of their actions they are diluting what is true literature and turning into what many may think is literature but is nothing more than an incoherent jumble of nonsense or a joke. Why are we so obsessed with ratings? why will we press the rating button without thinking/reading what it is we are voting for. Has literature just turned into one big joke?