Here's the no-brainer: Walmart's website will give me access to the full collection of, uh, quality reading.
This romance-novel directory promises to get "a little on the wild side." Sounds appropriate. Let's take a peek.
Oh, the mother of all woman-oriented crap: Lifetime wants to show me the ropes.
It may sound innocent, but Public Bookshelf promises me that I can read tales of "southern bells longing for lost lives or steamy, hot romance stories" for free online. Oh goody.
Apparently, this delectable variety of fiction is so intoxicating to some that they would go so far as to call it addiction. Not one, not two, but three different women in the first few entries of Google claim marriage problems and addictive habits as a result of their obsession with "written porn" (they claim they didn't know it was bad for them).
I always wonder about the people writing these things. Are they shut-ins with no other way to connect with humanity? Are they savvy businesswomen who know they can make big bucks cranking out 450-page bundles of "throbbing" and "quivering" sex scenes? I'm not sure, but they do have a website.
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I can't speak for all romance authors, but when I applied to Yale (obviously I didn't get in!), I was interviewed by a Yale alumna who wrote romance novels. She even had a pseudonym. I thought it was a little weird at the time.
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