Words, words, words

insectclamp
English speakers seem to have a real appetite for books about their own language, whether they be of the can’t-spell/poor grammar-moral-panic variety or the aren’t-words-interesting school. The latest from the aren’t-words-interesting school is “I smirt, you stooze, they krump” which promises to be an entertaining look at neologisms. Is this linguistic self-obsession normal? I’d really like to know whether book publishers of other languages have opened up the same market of amateur fascination with language itself?