…from thinking and in general, just trying to hold myself together as my family navigates the next few weeks.
And I am reading a lot of “brain-candy” or as I like to call these kinds of books, “literary pixie sticks.” I was recently reminded of the real reason I shy from romance novels (even if they are wrapped in horror or crime drama) and instead lean towards science-fiction (which often manages to taste like candy but nourish thought anyway).
It’s not that “tastes like candy but sometimes isn’t” thing, much as I’d like to say it is (I DO enjoy thinking, but no…). I can’t even say that it’s the aggravating stereotypes that permeate the pixie stick books. No, as much as the street-wise *funky* black side-kick or feisty grannies may irk me at times, it’s not that either.
No, it’s that I really don’t much like reading the word “nipple.” Especially if it’s used more than 17 times in one narrative sequence….