I was about 37% way through a book that I picked-up from my local library when the scene hit me.
You know what scene I mean. The one that makes you look around to see who noticed you. The scene that justifies the bodice rippers and pirates with silken locks blowing in the breeze on covers of books.
Except, it was a digital edition and no one had any idea that I had just stumbled upon THAT SCENE.
It’s been a while since I’ve read romances where sex was intertwined with the plot or covers more than 2 or 3 pages. I’ve been nose deep in fantasy, urban fantasy, mysteries and non-fiction for the last several years. THAT SCENE tipped this title from the Urban Fantasy that I expected in to a category that I normally skip over – girl porn.
Not that I’m a prude, mind you. Oh no. Usually I can see it coming and this was way out in left field.
It did make me think back to my first encounter with such a book and the reaction of one person – my mother.
“For goodness sake, Stacie, if you are going to read that kind of novel, at least read it in private or with a cover on it. You don’t want people to know that you are reading that sort of thing.”
I snickered. In a mere decade or two we’ve gone from mothers being embarrassed by THAT SCENE to recommending 50 Shades of Grey to everyone.
Then I decided that it is a good thing to try something new in life, even when it is just revisiting old habits.
Ah, the joy of reading.