Curse you, popular bad books! Curse you and your inexplicable allure!
As a link to another gift I am getting for some of my friends, I set my sights today on two books: Knight Moves by Jamaica Layne and The King's Men by Christian Fall. They are both frequently reported on as just fucking terrible erotic romance, which would have made them perfect Christmas gifts, obviously.
Unfortunately, Knight Moves is out of print (or was never in print), and I'm not paying for it as an ebook. That one I had no intention of buying in any manner other than preowned, but alas, my plans for giving it to my friend with a red pen are simply not to be. (This book contains, among other things, a vagina making a "disappointed queeb sound" and surprise fisting, and that hardly even touches on the awful.)
The King's Men is also out of print, but there are copies available. They're just, you know, available for $80 or £50 MINIMUM. This is pretty understandable, since it's pretty well known just who "Christian Fall" is. (Hint: He's famous!) But that means my dreams of getting to tell my friend she was holding in her hands male-male erotic romance written by a dude that is worse than most fanfiction are dashed.
I considered trying to find other romance novels with a similar level of awful, but now I just don't want to bother. What could match the penis-chewing of The King's Men, or the acrobatic spinning-on-a-penis sex from Knight Moves? And it would be more difficult, with less popular options, to know if it was hilarious bad or just bad.
Oh, well.
Unfortunately, Knight Moves is out of print (or was never in print), and I'm not paying for it as an ebook. That one I had no intention of buying in any manner other than preowned, but alas, my plans for giving it to my friend with a red pen are simply not to be. (This book contains, among other things, a vagina making a "disappointed queeb sound" and surprise fisting, and that hardly even touches on the awful.)
The King's Men is also out of print, but there are copies available. They're just, you know, available for $80 or £50 MINIMUM. This is pretty understandable, since it's pretty well known just who "Christian Fall" is. (Hint: He's famous!) But that means my dreams of getting to tell my friend she was holding in her hands male-male erotic romance written by a dude that is worse than most fanfiction are dashed.
I considered trying to find other romance novels with a similar level of awful, but now I just don't want to bother. What could match the penis-chewing of The King's Men, or the acrobatic spinning-on-a-penis sex from Knight Moves? And it would be more difficult, with less popular options, to know if it was hilarious bad or just bad.
Oh, well.