So my last post went over well, but not well enough. No one sent me any angry e-mails. And the linetrap post hasn’t been knocked off the most hit list. Not that I mind Bailey Jay bringing all the boys to the yard, I just thought a post about anal sex (well, a story about anal sex) would blow her milkshake out the park.
I was wrong, of course. Instead, my review (can we even call it that?) of a poorly written erotic story (can I even call it that?) was noticed by someone whose blog I linked. Huzzah! to me.
Perhaps, I found a niche for the blog. I promised no reviews, and technically the last post wasn’t a review. At least not in the sense of book review. Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach. I haven’t written a decent story since 2007. My writing well dried up.
But it won’t always be poorly written stories that hit my blog. I’ll feature well written stories – I’m reading one that will be remarkably awesome. Before I sign off for this post, I just want to let you know that the following is a very real book. Adios.
Chapin City Blues 
I just finished reading Fifty Shades of Black and Blue. It was worth the $4.99 I paid for it. Of course, it wouldn’t have been so enjoyable if I hadn’t have read Fifty Shades of Grey first.
Like I said, I only got so far with Fifty Shades. The writing style – I use that loosely – bothered me to no end. But what makes one book terrible makes a parody enjoyable, I suppose.