Lynne Spears is releasing a book about the trials and tribulations of raising famous children. Apparently the tome is “less a parenting book and more of a juicy memoir.” That’s too bad. I’m sure her parenting advice is spectacular. You know she was one of those girls in high school that got drunk and dropped her Home Ec egg baby. I love the cover. “Hmmmm,” she’s thinking, “I wonder if I should tell Jaime about the pill. Naw. What could possibly happen to her in Los Angeles?”