June is my book amnesty month. For 30 days, I will try anyone’s recommendations, no matter how ridiculous they sound. It would be easy to back out, but every year I find one or two things that make the whole exercise worthwhile.
Last June, at the urging of a librarian friend (the titular Smut Peddler), I picked up a few titles for a trip. They were adventure novels with a touch of the supernatural and a LOT of sex. They were full of smart, feisty women who couldn’t be controlled by the patriarchal hierarchy that raised them. To my great surprise, I loved them.