Somebody gave me a box of 10-15 year old Harlequins & Silhouettes, and I'm reading them in secret... Oh, well I guess it's not a secret anymore, huh? *blush*
Most of them aren't too bad if you want a quick, easy read with a guaranteed happy ending. But then when I review them on Goodreads, everyone will know what I'm reading.
Is it really humiliating to read light romances? I always thought so, but now I'm not so sure.
Heck, even Nora Roberts, the queen of romance, started out with Silhouette. How bad can that be?