I have a secret. Well, to my family it's not. And to my truly close friends it's not either. So, it's not a secret so much as it is an obsession. I have a weakness for reading. Particularly books of a... well... a romantical nature. I have a favorite author and her books... just make me tingle.
Of course, reading these "romance" novels have totally turned my brain to mush. But I love it! There is something about reading about handsome men who aren't afraid to spark and flirt with a girl that makes me giddy. And yes, I did just say "spark". My faith in real life men has been severely shattered by these seriously unrealistic but what the heck!
Fiction, at this point, is better than real life.