It’s back – the final part (hurray!) of THE GUILT.
In this closing of the trilogy, I’m looking at the books that you know you really shouldn’t be reading, and certainly shouldn’t be enjoying, but you do… (THE GUILT3)
We’ve all got a list of these and a good chunk of mine is taken up by Nora Roberts books. I know, I know. But frankly, any novel with this – ‘Women are addicted to her novels as chocoholics are to Godiva’ – on the back is always going to be a winner.
I’ve a special place in my heart for her Three Sisters Trilogy and her more recent Bride Quartet. In every single book the female lead ends up neatly tied (not literally) to a male counterpart, proceeded by steamy sex and glossy lifestyles. You can devour a book in a single sitting. It’s addictive guilty reading at its finest.
Just as prominent on my shelves are the novels of Philippa Gregory. Now, before you bite my head off, I know they’re terribly popular. Don’t worry, I’m not about to rip them to shreds but I’ve always viewed them as ‘guilty reading’ since I interviewed another historical novelist, but who had primarily made her name in ‘serious’ historical academic writing. She poo-poohed Gregory for using historical characters and events simply to add to her own fictions. Whether I agree wholly or not, I certainly don’t take her books as fact, but I do lap them up!
As for other books, frankly, if I’m reading, I’m not going to make myself feel guilty about it. So there!