I am really over the whole 'jealous' thing. You know, where someone criticises Dan Brown/Stephanie Meyer/Christopher Paolini/your mother, and the instant response is, 'well you're just jealous'. I can think that Dan Brown writes horrendous prose and flat characters without it meaning that I am jealous of him in any way. I don't walk around telling people who don't like The Time Traveller's Wife that they're just jealous of Audrey Niffenegger, or people who don't enjoy Hamlet that they're jealous of Shakespeare. An opinion is an opinion. It doesn't automatically imply that if I had their success I wouldn't feel the same way. If I were as successful as Dan Brown, guess what? I still wouldn't like his novels.
Rant over. Can I have a cookie now? With chocolate chips?