We understand that Nicole Richie is very pretty and well-spoken and stick-thin, but we just don't buy that she penned her first novel, The Truth About Diamonds, all by her lonesome. Phrases such as "clandestine rendezvous" are, simply, not in Richie's vocabulary. We have our suspicions as to the identity of her secret ghostwriter, but we also wear tinfoil hats and smoke oregano out of a corncob pipe. As such, we turn to the wisdom of the masses:

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