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

From a blog detailing the trials and tribulations of your local Big Book store employee, scroll to the end for the Romestern Times game. Pick up a romance novel title, and pick a western novel title: “I guarantee that 75% of the time, you won’t be able to tell which is a Romance and which is a Western.

As Romances are geared predominantly towards women and Westerns predominantly towards men, I guess we can see that there probably isn’t much of a difference anyway between the sexes.”

Ha!

And finally, you want some nice post-RT news? As I caught a cab out of Pittsburgh, the cab driver asked if I was a writer. Nope, I said. Just evil press.

Why did he ask? Seems he gave a ride to one author by the name of Lori Andrews, and he was so impressed with her, he can’t stop talking about it. Seems Ms. Andrews and the driver, Mr. Williams, had a lovely conversation on the way to the Hilton, and he is now telling everyone he knows about her book. He had a signed copy of her latest in the cab with him, and at every spare moment he’s reading a page or two. Yet another example of kind manners equaling good press - he’s telling everyone in greater Pittsburgh about Ms. Andrews’ book, and can’t say enough about how her writing scares the crap out of him.