In bedrooms across the world, housewives are apparently throwing a leg over after reading that book.
But even before the Shades sensation, a friend confided to me that she likes to read historical romances before bed because when the bodices get ripped, she gets a tingle, and then, well, her husband gets one, too.
So it occurs to me that the secret to a señora's sex life lays within the tome that sits beside her bed.
Here is the book I am currently reading;
The other two items also live beside my bed (but in the bedside drawer rather than displayed on top – in general, I shy away from Adult Shop-esque interior stylings).
If you have read Lionel Shriver's incredible book, it will not surprise you to learn that while this novel has been on my bedside table, the other two items have stayed very firmly tucked away in the drawer.
Because reading about a child who grows up to commit a Columbine-style massacre gives not so much a tingle as a blood-run-cold chill. It's Antarctica on my side of the bed.
I have read this book. VERY disturbing! In fact, when I finished it I gave it away to get it out of the house. A good read, but not an uplifting read!!
So disturbing, Susan!
There’s a distinct lack of bodice-rippers here, too.
So, I’ve been wondering about this book. You know my tastes, a little. Would I dig? (Asks the woman who’s been ploughing through Steve Jobs’ biography for a way too many months now… damn iPhone has completely killed my reading habits)
Also, I’m sure there’s a joke in there somewhere. What would Steve Jobs reckon?
I haven’t read that book, but it sounds like I should. Although, my poor husband, even without the book…
I’m not really a fan of those kind of book. It really makes me hard to convince myself to read a book until the last chapter. I wish that one was good, and I draw me to addiction of reading.