(I sound like a junkie)

Well, you just kind of hit a point where you want to know what happens, right? Like -- will NO ONE bitchslap Jessica?!? WHY does Elizabeth defend Jessica no matter how wrong she is???

And -- does Elizabeth, deep inside, regret NOT having sex with Bruce when she had amnesia???

(Yup, I read them, too. Up until whatshername -- the deaf girl who got un-deaf -- decided to do coke because she was mad at her boyfriend and then died because DRUGS ARE EVIL, KIDS!!!)

Ginger is me. I get twitchy if I don't have text.

Same here.

Up until whatshername -- the deaf girl who got un-deaf -- decided to do coke because she was mad at her boyfriend and then died because DRUGS ARE EVIL, KIDS!!!

That's about where I ended, too.

Ouch. That way lies madness

I enjoyed them! I got a whole bunch more from the library. I'm not sure I realized that I was supposed to be embarrassed.

I enjoyed them! I got a whole bunch more from the library. I'm not sure I realized that I was supposed to be embarrassed.

Actually, if you enjoyed them, then no reason you should be embarrassed, right?

I actually only read a couple of both those and SVH/U-- I had grown up reading Cherry Ames that I'd buy at garage sales and rather than the Babysitter's Club or SVH, I read the old line of Silhouette young adult romances.

Of course, I was also reading a lot of the regular Harl/Sil too. And getting Wifey confiscated on a regular basis in seventh grade.

And getting Wifey confiscated on a regular basis in seventh grade.

Yep, and Forever, too.

I have also read enema instructions, automotive manuals, cereal boxes and lots of bad books.

I do think the MSDS are the most boring, though.

Also, I love Cherry Ames!

Actually, if you enjoyed them, then no reason you should be embarrassed, right?

That's the thing, though. I was remembering the halcyon days of youth before I learned there were books for girls and books for boys. Back then, I'd read anything. I had no prejudices. I didn't know what I was "supposed" to read or like. I sort of miss it.

That's the thing, though. I was remembering the halcyon days of youth before I learned there were books for girls and books for boys.

Ahh... I get you. Recalling those days, I didn't even realize there were such things as books for grownups and books for kids. It didn't seem at all odd to me to be reading The Thorn Birds when I was ten. It was just an interesting story. Ditto for The Last Convertible, which remains one of my favorite books.

I only figured it out after those books were taken away in classes.

Barb is me! Or I am Barb! Whichever, it's a good thing.

Now I sort of want to read The Thorn Birds again.