When I was a naive young thing at my all-girls boarding school, I read a number of romance novels (ok, ok, some were closer to porn). I haven't forgotten them: the story of one, who's name eludes me, has embedded itself in my memory as possible the Worst Plot of a Romance Novel Ever. Now Beth comments on how they've warped her view of Doing It.
How many others are out there, suffering as I, and Beth, did? (þ: Sarah Weinman)