Genre fiction of any sort has a certain power. It’s the power to sneak serious thinking into “mindless, fluffy, badly written” books. It’s what part of what Very Serious Literary People do not understand about why smart people sometimes read “dumb” books. Part of it is escapism (which I don’t view as a derogatory term):
Victoria Dahl kicks off a new series this week with Looking for Trouble (which comes out tomorrow). It centers around a group of friends we first met in the last series. In fact, if you intend to pick up this one, it helps to have read Too Hot to Handle, which features the story of
My husband bought me a surprise present last weekend when we were at Anthropologie, the sneaky man. That’s it above. It’s warm and woodsy with a hint of vanilla that’s perfect for me. And it got me thinking: how many times have you seen a reference to scent in a romance novel? All the time,
