I love looking at the referrer log for this page. Because of the rampant potty-mouth and our choice of domain name, I suspect 95% of our visitors are just confused. as. hell when they click on this particular Google result. “But where are the pictures of the hot bitches humping?” they probably cry into the depths of the night. But no reply awaits them, alas, alas. Just a couple of smart-mouthed chippies talking endlessly about romance novels.
So other search engine results that somehow or the other point unsuspecting schmucks to this website:
So once again, I will mention romance novels and romance novel reviews because this site is really allll about what we love and hate about romance books. Not that it’ll do any good. But I gotta keep trying.
It is too early for a full review, but I am so happy reading “Bet Me” by Jennifer Crusie, after reading several mediocre romance novels, that I had to share. Is there a, “YAY FINALLY” rating on this site? Because that’s what I’d give this book.
I had a nightmare this morning while snoozing after my alarm clock went off. I dreamt I was still reading The Real Deal, and the descriptions of Simon’s gunmetal gaze were driving me batshit. Then my cats woke me up for realz. I can’t even tell you how relieved I was when I realized:
a) I have finished The Real Deal; and
b) I have returned it to the library.
Yes, this is how bad the book is. It’s so bad that my subconscious has decided to use it to punish me for whatever infractions I’ve committed lately. Maybe using the word “cock” one too many times, I don’t know. I’ve never dreamt about bad books before. I’ve had dreams in which I was reading; these mostly happen when I fall asleep while in the middle of a book. But never a dream in which I was actively thinking “GOOD GOD when is this book going to end?”
Happy Valentine’s Day, fellow smart bitches and any smart bastards who may stumble across this site in the search of trashy and/or smart and/or Dominican bitches. Put on one of the B’s (Bach, Barry, Burt--see, a little something for everyone), wear somethin’ slinky, eat some good food and have a good time. If you’re single: this goes double for you. Pamper yourself today, and fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all.
I just got back from seeing the froofy lads of Interpol at the Roseland Theater. They are indeed delicious. Listening to their music makes my chest ache in the nicest way, and seeing them live intensifies it greatly. The feeling is very similar to the early stages of falling in love, but without the uncertainty and emotional risk. And ultimately, without the emotional fulfillment as well, but ah well, you can’t have everything, even if the band has a bass player who looks uncannily like Crispin Glover’s skeletal younger brother as illustrated by Edward Gorey.
But my biggest crushy-crush is on the lead singer. He has a beyoootiful voice.
Cute, too, no?
This has nothing to do with romance novels, other than the fact that their music inspires all sorts of love stories when I listen to them. Too bad I can’t write fiction worth a shit, because otherwise I’d be set.
Other musicians who induce a similar sort of pleasant achiness when I listen to them include PJ Harvey (let me state for the record that I, who love cock in all its firm, fleshy wonderfulness, would give up cock forever for Polly Jean if for some reason she developed a yearning for chubby little Chinese girls), Franz Ferdinand, Nada Surf’s Let Go, and oddly enough, Beck (who has a new album coming out March 29th, yay!).
A website that reviews romance novels from a couple of smart bitches who will always give it to you straight. No bullshit. No gushing--unless the author really deserves it.
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Um, yeah, I’d like one please. I should give fair warning that my review might not be all that witty/interesting. I’ve got the bitch part down. Maybe not so much with the smarts.
see what i mean. i started that post at 12 and really posted it at 3!!!
*shaking head*
From Cassie Edwards Investigatory Extravaganza: The First Post
im not here to cast blame, or say who is right or wrong. but topics like this always kinda trip me out. esp since the same kind of outrage is never directed towards other issues in writing. llike race and…
From Cassie Edwards Investigatory Extravaganza: The First Post
I’m in! =D
There are an amazing number of entries. All I can say is Must. Have. This. Book.
Michelle
