Ever feel like you’re just one petty annoyance away from becoming the crotchety old guy from your childhood neighborhood that used to yell “get off my lawn, you kids!” whenever you passed his house? Yeah, us too. That’s why we employ that guy to write this part of the blog. Enjoy! (Or, if not, get off our lawn, you kids!)
Read the title and category before you buy, dumbass.
I was looking for some good paranormal smut to read the other day (yeah, I read smut. Get over it.) and noticed a review of said smut that said there were just too many sex scenes, and she didn’t understand why the author would ruin a good plot with such explicit garbage. Now, this particular smut novel was labeled “adult” paranormal romance. So, I have to ask: when this reviewer bought the book labeled as “adult”...what did she think the main characters were going to do together? Discuss annuities and the merits of owning real estate in the current economic climate? Nope. That’s not what “adult” means in this context, dumbass.
Now, I’m a firm believer in “to each his own.” If you enjoy Amish romances and cozy mysteries, I’m OK with that (I don’t get the appeal, but whatever). But if that’s your bag, how about you stay out of the paranormal romance section, huh? Leave the rest of us to our vampire smut without judgement. Oh, and get off my lawn!