I don’t even know how Dave can say the word book with a straight face. Can this type of story even be classified as a book? I’m not completely oblivious. I’ve seen these types of books in the romance section of the bookstore, and I’ve walked by them as quickly as possible with their muscled, shirtless men covers and suggestive titles. I’m not one to judge people who like to read that sort of thing, but it’s just not my cup of tea.
