I’ve been reading Danielle Steel again lately.

I didn’t mean to. I’m not really the sweeping romance type. I consider most of it to be sloppily written with too many adjectives and not enough plot.

Then my friend Pat went to a yard sale. She came back with bags of Danielle Steel books.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to check them out.

So far, I’ve discovered that I like the family drama of –Daddy-, the “we really should be ashamed of ourselves” history of –Silent Honor- and the “touched by the Romanovs with whom I am somewhat obsessed” spectacle of –Zoya-. I even liked –Full Circle- and that book began in tragedy.

My goodness, I’m becoming a reader of Romance.

Just don’t tell my historical fiction books. We don’t want them to get jealous.