I’m completely, utterly addicted to reading romance novels. In the past few weeks I’ve sped through them…much to the detriment of school and sleep. My current biggest fear is running out of good ones at the library. Last night I read (straight through, five hours, till 4 am) Katie MacAlister’s Blow Me Down. I knew it was about pirates, but I didn’t realize until I looked more closely that it was about Puzzle Pirates, with which I had a brief, torrid affair back in College. Although the book was set in a “virtual reality” version of the game, all I could think of was a cartoon world full of lego people. I still enjoyed it, but couldn’t help laughing every time my brain reminded me “this is a romance novel about puzzle pirates.” Ha. I am such a dork. If anyone out there knows when Katie is planning on making an appearance, I’d love to meet her.

Carla came over last night and I pushed a romance novel on her, one of Ryan’s cousin’s books that was the first “real” romance novel I ever read. She didn’t like Outlander, so she’ll hate this book too, but I couldn’t find my copy of Men in Kilts to give her. If only I could pass my addiction along to some of my friends. A stitch-n-bitch, wine & chocolate tasting, romance novel club just makes my toes curl in longing. A girl can dream, can’t she?