Today I went into my local bookstore.Â Now,Â since I love books, this shouldÂ have been enjoyable for me.Â Â PleaseÂ note theÂ use of the words, should and have.Â They’re theÂ first clue that this was most definately not the case.Â Â
At first, it was great.Â There’s aÂ Â tower set up in the middle of the store with(almost!)all the new releases on it.Â Â It spins round and round,Â which means I don’t have to move, just give it a whirl and snatch the books I want as they whiz past.Â I feel like a contestant on a game show and believe me, the price is alwaysÂ right for a book addict like me.Â Â How was I to know this is but a cruelÂ trick to make me let my guard down.
I noticed that myÂ husband was glaring at me over the Sci-fi shelf and grumbling about the sad lack of Simon Green books, soÂ I traipsed over to glare back up at him. It so happens that the section I stood in was the mystery section. I looked down andÂ lo and behold, there was a very smutty paranormal romance among the cozy mysteries!
Ladies and gentlemen, the book whichÂ I won’t name, was in no way shape form or fashion a cozy mystery.Â Now, I won’t deny that the hero and heroine get cozy. In fact, they get that way quite a lot, in a lot of places.Â But if my grandmother picked up that book thinking it was a mystery, though, how she could with theÂ naked man and half naked woman on the cover, and took it home to read, she’d have had heart palpitations!Â
As a public service, I decided to move itÂ over with the other paranormal romances, where it belongedÂ whenÂ one of the employees had the gall to say something to me about it.Â When IÂ informed him thatÂ it was misshelved andÂ he still gave me attitude.Â Â So, I showed him the cover.Â He shut up.
Before you ask, noÂ I didn’t buy it. I’ve alreadyÂ got aÂ copy in my library.Â Why? Because scientific studies(yes, my own)Â have shown thatÂ all those heart-racing, page-turning,Â sleepless nights spent reading steamy romance novels burn calories.Â Read enoughÂ and it could equalÂ treadmill and/or stairmaster mileage.Â Read even moreÂ and you’ll burn enough calories to be able to have guilt free chocolate. To save timeÂ I think I’ll Â just go ahead and eat it while reading.
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Claudine The Mean-
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