I have always commented that I am my father's daughter in many ways, but lately I have come to realize that I share many attributes of my mother. Most recently, I have discovered I share a love of an author who writes romance novels. It's not something I am proud of...especially since the author we love, Betty Neels, is utterly wholesome. The most racy it gets is a kiss and a marriage proposal. It's pretty pathetic, but I can't stop reading them!
You may be wondering why I am writing this post. It's mainly to apologize to my mother for all the years in which Elizabeth and I made fun of her for reading old lady books that weren't even racy. I'm sorry. You are right; they are great!
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