This week, I was going to write a post about “Cetology,” that not-much-loved chapter of Moby-Dick, but then I got a little email from my library telling me that a book I’d requested had arrived. (Don’t worry, my pretties, we’ll get to “Cetology” yet.)
So, here’s the book I requested:
Now, there’s a way to look at this where this is all Rick’s fault. He made a joke about how he ought to host a paranormal romance read-along, and then the joke became a reality, kind of like a turducken. I’m reading the post, laughing so hard that my neighbors were probably concerned, and apparently I lost the flow of oxygen to my brain, because I threw my hat in the ring too.
Oh lord. I’m about to read my first-ever romance book.
I would also like to add that I was too much of a coward to go pick it up at the library (the librarians know me now, you know?), and since I’m not good with disguises, I sent my husband in my stead. He’s a noble fellow.
So, here’s Rick’s timetable. Run out and get your copies now, folks. Seriously. Please don’t make me do this alone.
I’d also recommend following Rick (@BlogAnotherBook) on Twitter. He claims he’s going to live-tweet the experience.
Excuse me. I have to go gird my loins.