I first started reading romance when I was twelve. 

My mother handed me her copy of Nora Robert's Midnight Bayou and with resignation said, "Here you'll love it, just skip the sex scenes or at least tell me you did."

She knew I was young and she hoped I didn't understand the diverse innuendos, but she also saw early on that I was a hopeless romantic and had a joy and thirst for romance novels that not even she and her protective motherly instincts could stop.
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