you before it will get through to her your discomfort with foisting her manuscript on your prior acquaintance.
oops… I meant: before your discomfort with foisting her manuscript on your prior acquaintance will get through to her.
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Oh boy. Those of you who like the snarking we dish out every week on our Covers Gone Wild feature will looooove this site: It’s Not Porn, Really!
Books, judged solely by their covers. I love it.
Bam’s other blog, It’s Not Chick Porn! is also a hoot.
Bam is now my favorite romance-reading sociopathic bisexual girl.
Well, Candy, just how many romance-reading sociopathic bisexual girls do you know? :)
Thanks for the spotlight! I love you guys, too. Your covers gone wild actually inspired It’s Not Porn, I Swear!
You’re right. I have a sociopathic bisexual girlfriend, but she doesn’t read romance.
None of my friends here in Portland read romance.
*cries*
I’m going through your “It’s Not Chick Porn!” archives and howling. Just howling. Your Vicki Lewis Thompson reviews, in particular, are awesome. I was on a Thompson jag a few years ago but then got really, really sick of the books (mostly because of the heroines). Reading your reviews made me jones for one, though.
Yeah, I was at a get-together last night and my boyfriend mentioned my blog to our friends (they all work at UCSD, bunch’a academic types), telling them I review romance novels. I tell ya, girl, all the heads whipped toward my direction, some with smirks, some with utter disdain on their faces. One of them actually said, “But you’re not a middle-aged white housewife from Texas!” and I had to defend myself and my fellow romance-reading bitches. It was not pretty.
What a laugh! I almost choked on my coffee. It must be so gratifying to know that you are such an inspiration to young, up and coming Smart Bitches everywhere. Well done, Bitches! And well done, bam. I’ve been on the receiving end of snooty looks when people see I read romance. I’ve found that most people who look down their noses at it or think only “middle-aged white housewives from Texas” read them, have never actually read a decent romance. In which case, my response would be “Well, my 51 million romance-reading friends and I think you’re talking out of your ass.”
Oh, good Christ. I just read the review of Susan Napier’s Mistress of the Groom.
I can’t stop snorting. The hero! He tries to pimp the heroine out!
FUCK. I need to find a copy of this book. It sounds like completely fucked-up fun. Too bad she doesn’t sleep with Mr. Danny Devito-man.
p.s. The dude on the cover looks more like Adam Carolla than Adam Sandler to me.
If she had slept with the Danny DeVito guy? Oh, man, that would have shown Mr. Big Hero Jerk. It would have also been funnier if the girl got pregnant by the Danny DeVito guy. Fun times!
Now THAT’s a secret baby book I’d read!
When I get the you-read/write/review-romance smirk (especially from the sci fi crowd) I sweetly point out that statistically, romance fans have 30% more sex. (I think it’s 30%. I don’t have the right notebook here at the desk job.)
I’m going to use that for a marketing campaign someday.
Romance fans have 30% more sex than you do.
What are you reading?
Joyce
Oooh, hey, good one Joyce.
Bam, I just read your review of Family Man. I love that book!! I think it’s my favorite of JAK’s. It doesn’t have any of that New Agey-weirdness some of her other ones have. As for toning down your posts, I say it’s never a good idea to hide one’s light under a basket. Dad will just have to deal b/c you rock as is.
Thanks, Angela H.
Thanks again, my SB Empresses, for bringing attention to my lil ole blog. More power to ya!
I laughed til milk came out my nose. Or maybe the laughter shook my brain into runny oatmeal and it… ewwww.
Well, anyway, I laughed myself silly and ended up feeling great. :) Thanks, Bam! You rock!
Speaking of defending being a trashy romance reader...I’m queer. I just came out to my parents in a letter, which apparently arrived at their house today. And my mother calls up, and says to me “OK, but I just have one question...why do you read those awful trashy romances, then??”
ROFL
Trashy romance novels transcend gender and orientation.
Vive la Romance Trashee!
Joyce
I’ve been enjoying Bam’s blogs, too. I love her reviews.
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