It's happened. I knew it would. And now it has. My oldest chicken (11 1/2) has started reading romances. It was inevitable, I know. But it still tickles me. She's starting out with the Avalon Romances. You know, the ones with pastel, faded covers and lips ALMOST touching each other. It's so damn cute I can hardly stand it.
We've already had "THE TALK", so I know she knows the mechanics of sex. And she knows my door is always open to any other questions she may have. And I believe we'll hold off on the more explicit books for another couple of years. But I LOVE the fact she's reading them. Reminds me of me back in the day. Of course, my Mother had no idea I was reading "Lucky" and Jackie Collins and such. OH, BABY! She would've freaked smooth out. Ignorance, to her, was bliss.
I plan on keeping an eye on Miss Thang. We'll see how she progresses down the romance road. And I'll wait for the inevitable..."Can I read yours?"
10 months ago