Smart Bitches Trashy Books | All of the romance, none of the bullshit.

Hubby doesn’t read romance. I know. It’s a shame. He doesn’t. He reads biographies, cultural histories, books about sports, and Uncle John’s Bathroom Readers (which are great books, by the way). He’s asked me for one book for Hanukkah that I know he’d like to read, The Second Civil War: How Extreme Partisanship Has Paralyzed Washington and Polarized America, but beyond that, I have to go hunting for books for Hubby. Problem is, he doesn’t have a lot of time to read and doesn’t commute by public transportation like I do.

Otherwise, I come from a family of readers. My sister is a high school French teacher, and I know she loves romance novels, and she’s happy for the mental relaxation of contemporary or historical romance. My mom likes J.D. Robb ever since I left Naked in Deathat her house a few years ago, and she said a few months later, ‘I read that book you left here. Whoa!’ and I know she likes mysteries. So romantic suspense and mysteries are on that list. Then there’s my dad. My dad is easy: if it’s 4” thick, boring, and features a lot of dead guys, preferably statesmen of some sort, he’s happy.

Note: My dad also firmly believes that if you have unread books on your bedstand, you can’t die. If that’s the case, I’m going to live for damn ever.  Psst- vampire romance writers: that’s the secret to immortality. All those vampires? It’s not the blood and the undeadness. They’re all members of a giant bookclub and they never finish their TBR pile. Hence they’re all 400 years old.

So what books are on your gift list, either for giving or for receiving this year? And yo, fellow members of the tribe: Hanukkah starts December 5. Only a month away!?! The moving holidays thing, I’m never going to get used to it.