Monday, March 26, 2012

I'm sexy and I know it.

Funny.  After writing my review of Diana Gabaldon's Drums of Autumn, I read an article she wrote for February's Chatelaine.  It was about writing sex scenes.  Her term (or perhaps simply the term she used) for some of her "thunderous" sex scenes?  Poetic lyricism.

Right from the author's mouth.  Makes it seem more legit.  I found it funny that she recognizes how much her sex scenes sell her books.  And validated that I was able to identify it, as well.  Gold star* for me!

*Gretchen Rubin, author of my latest read, likes her gold stars and validation.

Some people don't go for the sex scenes, though.  Take Grandma.  During mom's latest conversation with her, grandma pish-poshed the latest audio book she was listening to.  "These books have changed!  What does an old lady like me need such sexy stories for?"

The moral?  Get the sex while the getting is good.