Well, folks, I don’t know about where you are, but right here, it’s HOT.
So … when you think about “hot reading,” what does that make you think of? Beach reading? Steamy romances? Books that take place in hot climates? Or cold ones?
It reminds me of romance novels, and that reminds me of a story.
I used to volunteer at a local thrift store. I had put myself in charge of the books. (This may be mean, but I’ve noticed that the bookshelf there has been messy ever since I left.) The thrift store is associated with a local church, so a lot of donations come from sweet little old Southern ladies dropping off clothes, furniture, and, most importantly, books.
One day, I came in to find several romance novels that were all based around the same theme–time-traveling Vikings coming to our present in order to romance modern women. (The covers were suitably hilarious.) While I can’t be sure they were the work of Sandra Hill, I don’t think it’s a very large sub-genre. They were all donated by the same person, who I never saw. But to this day, whenever I think of romance novels, I think of a sweet little old Southern lady reading one of those novels on her porch, looking over to her husband, sighing, and returning to the adventures of Sven.