We’re having a charity book sale at work, fueled by donations people have brought from home. I’m going to bring in some books tomorrow – I have large number of books I don’t think I’d miss – but I went today to see what my co-workers read when they’re at home.

In addition to a couple of books on photography, I shamelessly bought something called “The Reluctant Suitor”. It claims to be “genteelly steamy”. I am highly amused and cannot wait to throw myself into a world of heaving bosoms and turgid members.

Even though this purchase was made without shame, I *am* somewhat startled to realize that I actually already own a book written by the same author. It was a gift, given after my surgery in ’03 to aid in my recovery. As I recall, it actually made things worse – something about not laughing yourself sick when you’ve got holes in your belly – but it was extremely entertaining at the time. I’m sure this will be no different, as the first line of the book is:

Lady Adriana Sutton whirled through the gracefully arched portico of Randwulf Manor, spilling effervescent laughter over her shoulder as she deftly avoided the reaching hand of an eager young swain.

Yeah, this is going to be awesome.