Romance novels and porn

It’s funny the things you remember. I read a lot of romance novels and I find that I tend to remember the characters more than the author and title. But with nonfiction I’m more likely to remember the author/title. I have no idea why. Could be because I read way more fiction so it blurs together more in my mind. Or it could be that it’s 2am

I remember the first romance novel I ever read. I’m a book addict and my mom never really monitered my reading material. Well, except for the porn, but I can’t really blame her for that. Anyways I had read all my books and picked up one of hers, a bodice ripper by Johanna Lindsay. I think I got about halfway through it when she decided that it was inappropriate for a 12 year old. I think I may have made to just before the first sex scene, so I was pissed off when she took it away from me. And she didn’t just hide it (I would have found it) but she actually got rid of the book so I couldn’t finish it.

I was 16 before I finally got to finish it. I couldn’t remember the name, but I knew the author and remembered the characters so I managed to find it again by reading the backs of all the Johanna Lindsay books until I matched up what I remembered. Pretty good sex scene too

Funny enough, I had the same experience with a porn story (is that an oxymoron?). It got taken away before I finished it only you can’t buy Penthouse in the local Barnes and Noble…or at least I don’t think you can. I could be wrong.

Soooo…I don’t exactly know where this post came from, except that perhaps I need to get some sleep.

Oh, and the book was Savage Thunder….and I don’t read that author anymore