Now, I have Beyond Heaving Bosoms as the most recent addition to my required reading and re-reading craft bookshelf.
But it’s a novelty book, you say, a mere funny gift for the beloved romance reader in my life. Ah no, it’s so much more.
If you are a reader, you will laugh, sigh, and take enormous wangy delight in the affirmation that you are waaaay cooler than even you knew.
And if you are a writer, you will wince at every one of the clichés you’ve used, now held up before you with the bright white light of mockery shining directly on your manuscript. (Shit yeah I’m revising.)
Best of all, at least two lines on every page would make an excellent tshirt or coffee mug. Probably not a coffee mug you could have at your day job, but still.
If Barbara Cartland mated with Monty Python, this is their love child, raised by werewolves and handed a katana and a chocolate martini. That should get your bosom heaving.