I love to read the kinds of books that make me think. That linger on afterwards in my mind, sometimes bubbling away quietly on the back burner, then flaring up in a moment of “oh, NOW I get it” several months down the track. The kinds of stories that, eight years after I first find them, I get a hankering to read again, and spend ages tracking down through used booksellers and vintage stores (just did this for an old novel that turned me on immensely back when I had no right to be turned on — and succeeded!).

Hand on heart, I’ll review the sexy daylights out of the book. 😉