So many romances, so little time.

I was the kid who read Agatha Christie when all my classmates were gobbling down the newest offering in the Goosebumps series. The undergrad who spent Spring Break with my nose buried in Anna Karenina on the beach while my roommates indulged in their various beach reads, complete with unrealistic male models gracing the covers with that anatomical anomaly, the V, you'd only read about in such books. Given that I spent the majority of my more than two decades in education teaching texts that are best described as canonical, I eschewed romance on screen and, especially, in text.

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Each year, however, I set a reading goal and select a niche genre that I'll explore, such as some of my favorites: sad Russians with sad endings, 50 nifty state-set books, and my year of reading (food-based literature) deliciously. 2023 was a particularly somber year, for reasons that are neither here nor there but would, in retrospect, make for good stories in and of themselves, and I decided that I wanted wonder, whimsy, and well-hung heroes for 2024, my year of escapism into the world of Rom Coms, the tropes of which I'd avoided with as much disdain as a lover of literary fiction can muster.

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My goal: a book a week. The result: a nearly instant addiction to the meet-cutes, bad boys, steamy bedroom (or more exotic locations) scenes, witty heroines, and truly LOL moments. With fewer than two months left in the year, my friends have decided they've had enough of my extemporaneous book reviews (and this is from the small cadres of like-minded readers who aren't afraid to venture into "spicy" fiction). Since I'm too old to BookTok and too much of a self-proclaimed Luddite to post to socials, here I am. 

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Join me on this journey of reclaiming and redefining smut as I dive into some steamy reads and explore the enticing stories that keep us coming . . . back for more.