For the sake of this blog, I have assumed a monumental task: to read one terribly-written romance novel a week, each plucked in its prime and ripened state from the shelves of Walmart's well-respected romance section.
With the sacrifice of a mere $4.47 and a few brain cells a week, I'll be able to weigh in on breakthrough pieces in the field of literature (such as Christine Feehan's Burning Wild, which tells the tale of a leopard shape-shifter looking for love), and let you fine people know whether or not these books are actually worth reading (spoiler: they're not).
