My Addiction to Romance Novels and how I broke free!
'As he entered, I recognized his cologne as it found its way into my nostrils, mmm... He pinned me to my seat with those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see through me, and that chiseled jaw. I remember the first time we met in church, I almost swooned, as we shook hands, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me... blah blah blah Please, what feelings does this little excerpt arouse in you? Feelings of chastity and pure mind? I don't think so. Few years ago, when I staggered through life blindfolded, my typical day was something like this. I wake up (groggy because I slept late, what kept me awake? Fantasizing about an imaginary boy) I dress up and move to my favorite bookseller (the man allowed me to read as much books as I wanted without paying) I would browse the bookstand for a good inspirational romance novel, take out one, read the back, I see words like faith, hope, well... this must be good, nothing filthy. I get a good chair, sit back and d...