When I was twelve years old, an older friend turned me on to romance novels. Hungry for passion and smut, I devoured every one I could find, and in 1983, that was a lot of smut. One of my favorite books was “Summer of the Raven” by Sara Craven (yes, it sounds funny when youContinue reading “The Daily Dilettante # 5: Bad Romance”
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