What have I done, to deserve all these invitations to review preposterous and sleazy romance novels?
Today I’ve been invited to review “a sensual and supernatural journey” featuring a torrid romance between a “dragon king” who is, inevitably, “darkly handsome,” and a “beautiful and mysterious woman”–they’re all mysterious, in more ways than one–with the loopy name of “Arianrhod Deatherage.” Says the perky publicist, who obviously has an abysmally low opinion of my literary taste, “Happily-Ever-After Meets Modern Empowerment in a Steamy New Paranormal Romance.” Lemmeouttahere.
I wonder what effect it has on the brain, to consume vast quantities of books like this. What does their very existence say about our culture?
Violet Crepuscular come back, all is forgiven.