Literary deal-breakers are nothing new to me. It used to be that I wouldn't show the slightest interest in a woman who didn't read, but I've since refined that philosophy a bit. My last girlfriend loved Chuck Palahniuk, which didn't set off warning bells at the time. Now, it would. She was psychotic. (The fact that I hate Palahniuk matters little, since I only read Haunted after borrowing it from her. He's an awful writer.) She even had the crazy-girl gleam in her eyes, something which I'd always found disturbing. Thankfully, mind-blowing sex temporarily washed away the feeling that she'd slit my throat, or worse, while I was sleeping.

In the end, we broke up after a few months, not over Palahniuk, but because she was always telling me to read Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty trilogy. Not only do I find erotica to be utterly dull, but Rice looks just like my grandmother. And that's extremely creepy.

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[Heather]

LOL excellent post - I really needed that giggle today.