I mentioned in one of my first posts here that my wife is an avid reader and that her taste in books has changed over the years from what I would consider "romance" now to almost exclusively contemporary crime novels - Patterson, Cain, Koontz, etc.
As she is a "retired" stay at home mom while I am still working full-time she has ample time to read plus she likes to read in bed for an hour or so before going to sleep each night (a different topic). I am not much of a fiction reader - I read alot for work and if I read at home it is usually something professional or business related. On vacation I will bring some fiction to read.
Anyway, over the years I have been a bit naive (if that is the right description) of what these books are actually about. I recently decided to read her most recent James Patterson novel, one titled "Swimsuit".
Ever since I feel like the wives here who have discovered their husbands porn stash. The opening chapter was about a kidnapped model who is stripped naked, tied to a bedframe, raped and then slowly decapitated with a hunting knife all while being filmed. The following chapters must have had 10 more similar rapes and subsequent killings. I couldn't finish reading it.
This is what passes for mainstream fiction these days?
It has been hard for me to accept that my sweet dear wife is an avid reader of this stuff. I am trying just to let it go, but it continues to bother me on some level.
As she is a "retired" stay at home mom while I am still working full-time she has ample time to read plus she likes to read in bed for an hour or so before going to sleep each night (a different topic). I am not much of a fiction reader - I read alot for work and if I read at home it is usually something professional or business related. On vacation I will bring some fiction to read.
Anyway, over the years I have been a bit naive (if that is the right description) of what these books are actually about. I recently decided to read her most recent James Patterson novel, one titled "Swimsuit".
Ever since I feel like the wives here who have discovered their husbands porn stash. The opening chapter was about a kidnapped model who is stripped naked, tied to a bedframe, raped and then slowly decapitated with a hunting knife all while being filmed. The following chapters must have had 10 more similar rapes and subsequent killings. I couldn't finish reading it.
This is what passes for mainstream fiction these days?
It has been hard for me to accept that my sweet dear wife is an avid reader of this stuff. I am trying just to let it go, but it continues to bother me on some level.
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