She used to impress me very much with claims of writing her songs. Fast forward to the first album without her ex-husband: proof was NOT in the pudding. I thought reading from her autobiography while receiving a star on Hollywood Boulevard was due to nerves, this interview cements my belief she's inarticulate. And that poster is lies in advertising; Céline is her age and doesn't look as bloated. Guess I'm wistful of old Shania and the above novel is my odd way of expressing it.