And it's for cheesy, passionate, squeal-inducing, cute contemporary novels.
I always make a promise to myself that I will read that fantasy book that's been sitting on my shelf for months and then the next thing you know I am laying in bed with one of those horribly, erotic looking covers (you know the ones - girl and boy typically making out most of the time in front of a beautiful sunset or in the middle of a torrential downpour) and then it isn't until a few hours later when I've finished the book that I realise it is exactly like the past three contemporary books I've read.