Jacob Fielding just wants to be famous. Is that too much to ask? When the Nobel Prize winning author and raconteur Pablo Chiste declares Jacob's book, Bird of a Different Feather, to be the Great American Novel it seems all our protagonist's dreams came true. But Jacob learns the hard way that adulation and respect won't necessarily fill that empty hole in his gut.

I should be famous by now. It's frustrating as hell. I'm 23 years old and nobody has any clue who I am. My name is Jacob Fielding and there should be magazine articles celebrating me. There should be beautiful groupies willing to desecrate their bodies for my approval. There should be so much. But instead of glamour and paparazzi, I go to bed early so I can wake up for my eight-dollars-an-hour job.