It may be self-aggrandizing to say this: it’s an accomplishment that I’ve finished 17 books so far this year. Like so many of us, my 2019 self had many plans for 2020.
I feel you on reading “candy”. I have a huge backlog of Serious Reads, and I DO love reading them... but a lot this year, more than last, when I snuggle up in bed at night to read, I can’t bear how disrupted my sleep will be if I dive in to one more painful recounting of racial aggression, or a history of why everything is so fucked, or even just a business book that gets me thinking about the economy, cue spiral.
Jasmine Guillory’s books are all amazing. It’s interesting that you note that the disdain for romance is misogynistic (it is), because I usually dislike romances because the stories themselves are, well, if not downright misogynistic at least cliche and heteronormative. Yay for Guillory again. Have you read Helen Hoang’s the Kiss Quotient yet?