If you've always wanted to read dirty Harlequin novels but were afraid of permanent brain damage, Bridget Harrison's Post columns are a nice substitute. (Temporary brain damage only.) This week's installment involves a hunky Argentine on a horse, the requisite Pride and Prejudice references, and floodwater that flashes turquoise and gold in the dying sunlight. The only thing missing is the actual sex. A friend who's an expert on these things reports that these sort of books generally involve lots of trembling (he trembles; she trembles; everyone trembles) and an average of 34 orgasmssometimes in succession. No trembling, or orgasms to speak of, but sixty thousand more words and you could definitely sell it for $4.95 at your local supermarket.
The Other Man [Post]