I used to scoff at romance novels. I labeled them ‘fluff,’ ‘brain candy,’ ‘mindless reads,’ or when I was feeling rather pretentious, ‘a waste of time.’ I have studied and written about the literary greats, so what time do I have for archetypal love stories? This summer, apparently a lot.  This summer, I moved across Read more about A Wet Hot American Summer (or The Summer I Only Read Romance Novels)[…]