I'm ready The Unholy by Heather Graham. It's one of her Krewe of Hunters novels and I'm also wading through the books of Judith Krantz and Harold Robbins which I've finally gotten in ebook format. Nothing that taxes the brain. After a whole year of reading tech books almost every night I just got tired of reading things that educate me and wanted to read some classic steamy junk novels. Krantz and Robbins always amused the heck out of me when I first read them as a teen. When I was teenager books like Lace and Lace II, Goodbye Janette, Princess Daisy et all they were passed around amongst my gang of outcast friends with all the really tawdry bits highlighted. XXX books, our Mom's bodice rippers, and any trashy horror novels with particularly bad sex scenes in them.
Gym was an hour and a half back then and we all freakin hated gym with a passion but they had this rule that they couldn't flunk you had to give you a "C" if you just got dressed for it, a "B" if you at least walked two laps. We'd do that then go and hide under the bleachers afterwards, swap naughty books and giggle over the smut. I suppose it sounds silly now but back then we thought it was fun and it wasn't like we were going to get picked for playing softball and that anyway. We all got tired of being forced into it, having the teacher put us on a team whether they liked it or not. Chose to take the "B" rather than participate any further. Actually Krantz, Robbins and the bodice rippers were pretty tame compared to some of the stuff we used to manage to share. Several of us had older brothers or fathers who liked really smutty stuff and we'd steal that stuff, read it aloud, and laugh ourselves silly over it.
Teacher finally caught us at it but fortunately for us she was a lesbian, much cooler than we ever gave her credit for being back then, and apparently what we were doing just amused her to no end. She pulled one of my friends aside and told her we should not to bring the XXX stuff to school unless we wanted to get busted and expelled, but she didn't say a word about rest of it so we just kept on bringing Harold Robbins, Judith Krantz and the like, kept the really bad stuff for hanging out after school. I really miss that crew sometimes. We were such a bunch of misfits and that's about the only time in my childhood that I ever really had a bunch of cool friends, other "freak" kids who were willing to watch my back and help me evade the bullies. About three years into high school they opened two new high schools and 3/4 of the other kids got sent away from the one we were at. I was practically the only one left. Things just went totally downhill from that point on to the point where I finally left and went to adult high school rather than deal with it all.
But these books, they're a good memory from my time as a kid and since I don't have that many of them once in a while I revisit some of them and think about that time and those people in my life, about all the laughs. The people involved they're all long gone from my life. I don't see them at all now even living back here now. But the books remain and they still make me smile.