The Gas Face #2

The summer heats up as hitmaker James Patterson delivers a spine-tingling courtroom thriller that's simply electric!

Despite what they'd have you believe, Patterson doesn't write these books. 

Also, there are no such things as "Beach Reads."  These are simply books--grouped in the most insulting, desultory manner possible (i.e., under a happy sun and umbrella graphic)--that if you read you would have read anyway, as there's nothing about the beach that necessarily makes one fall into the sweaty coconut madness, which chases the intelligent sunblinkered soul from away from Zizek into the arms of Daddy's Girls. 

Otherwise, you just hate reading and want a prop that, unlike an eyepatch or dookie rope, doesn't give you unfortunate tan lines.

So Chelsea Handler gets the gas face, yeah.