I'm sorry. I realize that many people enjoy light, simple, formulated diversion. And apparently they enjoy it in mass quantity. There is no one with more books on our shelves than Nora Roberts, except maybe for Louis L'Amour. It might not be so bad except that we also have Ms. Roberts work in paperback, too. Geez Louise. It is such an annoyance. And Ms. Roberts is now writing as J.D. Robb. Well, I tried to choke down one of her books during the hurricanes. I just couldn't do it. It couldn't hold my attention. It was so trite. And the characters were flawless people who said all the right things and were perfect for each other but for the emotional twist... I couldn't finish the book as hard as I tried. It was swill.
So it is that we look with dread upon the task of shelving her. It always involves shelf rearrangement. She takes up so much room. The only thing I can say appreciative about Ms. Roberts is that her looks have only gotten better with age. She, and sometimes her pseudonymed self, appears full-length and beaming from the back of her novels.
I am not judging people who read this stuff. Whatever keeps me in a job is okay by me. I guess she's like the flea to a veterinarian: loathable yet magnanimous.
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