Thursday, February 11, 2010
Random Thoughts on Reading
I’m not always naughty
Honest. I have a few minutes every day when I don’t think about sex.
Seriously, even my reading pleasure has to take a break every once in awhile. Right now, for instance, I’m on a Lavyrle Spencer kick. I just got off a month long JR Ward kick after reading Rhev’s story. Before that, it was pure erotic romance for a few months, and before that I believe it was Suzanne Brockmann’s SEALS. My keeper shelves are 3 units across, double layered, 3 deep, and they hold everything from Judith McNaught historicals to Joey Hill BDSM erotica. I’m kinda known for my TBR piles, too.
There are only two requirements in my reading world.
Rule #1: It must be a romance.
I’m a complete reverse snob. I don’t want to read mysteries, horror, or anything else unless the main storyline is a romance. Scratch that. I don’t want to read horror at all. Have I mentioned that I’m a wuss? I tried Ann Rice’s vampire series and didn’t sleep for days. Her Sleeping Beauty series, now that’s another story!
Rule #2: Show me the money shot.
I love sexual tension, but I want satisfaction! No matter the genre I’m reading, I want to live in the moment, especially that first time they have sex. I want to climb that mountain and fall off the edge of the cliff with them. Most of all, I want to be inside their heads to know why it’s different between these two (or more!) people.
Tonight, I’ll be curling up with Lavyrle Spencer. I don’t think this particular kick will last long because I’m already starting to feel an old Barbara Delinsky beckon. Guess I’m not done feeding my romantic soul before getting down to writing myself. Or, hey, I just really love to read.
Did I mention that I’m allergic to dust and my allergist said I shouldn’t keep any books in my bedroom? Not. Gonna. Happen. We all suffer for our addictions, and the withdrawal would kill me for sure.
Hell, why wait for night? I’m coming, Barbara. Sorry, Lavyrle, but I know you’ll be here for me. Always.