There’s been some chatter regarding ereaders (Kindle, Nook, et al) and their supposed advantage to romance readers… The claim is that ereaders let you enjoy your favorite love story on the bus or train without the asshat across the aisle nearly breaking his neck trying to get a glimpse of the cover model’s boobies.
Honestly? There are worst things than glistening man titties and swelling mammary glands.
Like this cover. At first I thought the cowboy was just your run-of-the-mill pedophile, then I noticed the odd bit of text in the lower left hand corner — “ONLY DADDY.”
Ew…
(If you “get” this post’s title, you’re a science nerd.)
