A Kiss at Midnight by Eloisa James
A Veiled Deception by Annette Blair
I Can Barely Take Care of Myself: Tales From a Happy Life Without Kids by Jen Kirkman
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A Veiled Deception was a feel-good book, in that it made me feel good about my own writing. So at least it wasn't the total waste of time it otherwise would have felt like for being so dull and one-dimensional with paper-thin characters and cheeseball dialogue. And A Kiss at Midnight was my good old-fashioned bodice ripper for reading at the pool in Florida. (D even said, "Why are you reading something trashy?" I said, "Duh, you're supposed to read something trashy at the pool." And actually, it wasn't even really trashy, despite the back cover.)
I did find it amusing that after reading Jen Kirkman's vents about people asking her why she didn't have/want kids, someone did it to us. I think some people are just trying to make conversation, but really, it is pretty rude when someone asks you if you have kids, and you say no, they then follow up with "Why not?" There could be a dozen reasons, but I guarantee you that not one of them is any of your damn business.