I thought about creating a whole new sub/side-blog for my smut book discussions, but then I remembered that people aren’t creating new blogs anymore since Twitter Killed the Blogging Star. Also, I’ve put the equivalent of 357 childbirths into working on this blog, and starting a new one would be ludicrous. I also remembered that the name of this blog is A Whole Lot of Nothing, so that’s what I’m giving you: a whole lot of nothing with a dash of everything AND YOU’LL LIKE IT.
If you’re not a book reader or are not really into the whole romance and/or erotica genres, you’re welcomed to move along to any one of the other entertaining post I’ve written about children or politics or my feelings about jorts.
I recently read a book that floored me. Like, left me dead from dying of incredibleness. It’s…breathtaking.
Even if you’re not a young adult/smut/romance/erotica book reader, I highly suggest The Sea of Tranquility. It’s not smut, it’s not necessarily romance, and it’s definitely not erotica. If you like well-written, good stories that leave you in a state of emotional Jello-O, read this book.
Many of the books I read are suggested by fellow readers and also by authors of the books I read. Young Adult author, Colleen Hoover, author of Slammed and Point of Retreat, wrote a blog post about The Sea of Tranquility where she RAVED about it’s awesomeness. I liked Colleen’s books, so I figured I’d like the book she suggested.
I need to send Colleen a basket of muffins. Because of her suggestion, I read the book. And now, I’m suggesting that every single one of you read it, too.
I’m not giving a synopsis of the book. Just like I can’t write a novel or even write something that gets the attention of more than tens of people, I can’t write a summary to do this book its justice.
(Also, I might be scaring Katja Millay with the flourish of love I’m bestowing on her across the internet. I promise, Ms. Millay. I am not dangerous. I may be passionate in my stalkerish ways, but I’m not brave enough to be dangerous. No need to get that restraining order yet.)
Friends, read The Sea of Tranquility. I’ll be waiting by my front door for the basket of brownies you’ll be sending me in thanks.
And if you read it and you’re all “MEH…,” don’t tell me. I don’t want your poor taste infecting my literary euphoria.