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I really want to read at least 50 books this year, and since I'm at number 39 right now, I decided a few small, easy reads in between better and larger books would be all right. Anyway, I was in one of those moods yesterday, so I started reading a romance novel.

MISTAKE.

Oh God, it was SO BAD. SO HORRIBLY WRITTEN. SO CLICHED. So fucking ANNOYING, too, and the sex wasn't even hot, all those euphemisms just made it sound between a mix of ridiculous and godawful - there was even the phrase: 'from inside her flowed the sweetest cream'. Seriously? The sweetest CREAM? OMG EW EW SO HORRIBLE.

(It's called Wicked Pleasure, if you're curious, and it's about some silly girl that likes to walk around in her hotel only wearing a thong, thigh-high stockings and a silk, loose robe while she's all by herself (come on) and who is in love with this asshole that can only have sex if his twin brother is also there. Which should be hot, but actually isn't because the book is so bad. BAH.)

My first and last foray into romance 'literature' since I stopped reading Corin Tellado's novellas on Vanidades magazine when I was like, fourteen (when, you know, I could ignore the godawfulness as long as the sex scenes were tantilizing enough). This stuff is just NOT for me. *shudder*

This is sort of why I read fanfic, really. Where else could I find romantic stories that don't completely suck?