Remember last week when we told you about Rosie O'Donnell's less-than-gripping book of memoirs? Well the book doesn't come out for another month or so, but already the reviews are in, and so far they're looking grim.

Says one dissatisfied reader: "This is the work of a deeply disturbed woman, page after page of insane ramblings. Ultimately, it's sad and pathetic."

Which is to say it's exactly like her blog, only with sporadic punctuation.

Meanwhile, Page Six excerpts a portion of the book (which, thankfully, is not written in her trademark free-verse haiku) relating to Donald Trump, in which O'Donnell refers to her arch-nemesis as a "scarecrow" and characterizes him as "wrinkled, old and empty, with a Jell-O orange combover."

And that's when uber-publicist Cindi Berger drops the ball.

Rather than denying the charges, admitting she hasn't even read the damn thing or at least acknowledging that the whole Rosie/Donald feud has grown undeniably stale, Berger tosses her hat into the ring with this predictably clever comeback:

"I find it hard to believe you got a copy of this book as there were no galleys even produced. The pub date is Oct. 2."

Enlightening!

Tomorrow in amazing publicist denials, Britney Spears (acting as her own agent/manager/spokesperson) will apologize for her less than stellar performance at last night's VMA's, attributing her bloated midsection and super boring dance routine to an unforeseen bout with diarrhea.