DH is a genius. For my Birthday last week, he gave me two romantic/fantasy YA novels and said he’d read them aloud to me if I rubbed his head (he claims he would watch a blue screen, let alone a chick flick if I rub his head). So he used the Amazon search suggestion or something and found "A Posse of Princesses" by Sherwood Smith. What a fun read! good descriptions and characterizations, enough action to give the characters something to talk about besides each other, and some hairpin plot turns.
(I like YA novels, because they usually don’t have explicit s*x that isn’t plot related, (or if it happens, they don’t go into details) and, like old censored movies, actually have to work on the story because they can’t just throw in exciting whatever…not that the shelves aren’t populated with vampires, gossips and twaddle. Anyway, when I want to read a fun book, I’d rather grab a YA book, than one actually written for people my age. When I actually read literature, my big problem is that it will probably end unhappily. We used to joke in 6th grade that our "Great Books," readers had all the protagonist dead by the end of the short story, so a Great Book must by definition be depressing)
It turns out the boys (at least B) were listening down the hall to follow the story too. So, this afternoon we read the last 1/4 together with K playing on the floor, so everyone could hear the ending. I took a turn as the reader (DH’s throat was sore despite the coffee I’d made him, and the crystalized ginger B fetched, we try to pamper the readers around here so they don’t stop reading to us)
I got to the last page when (plot spoiler) the hero and heroine kissed for the first time. B exclaimed, "Oh GROSS! Couldn’t they have a meteor or pirate attack or something?"