You suck me in on the first page, make me want to shirk work, responsibility, husband, dog, life and sit in a hole and read you all the way through.  And even now, on chapter two, I know in the end I will feel disappointed, used, and underwhelmed when I reach the end.  Again.  Oh, but for now, I’m afraid we’re reconciled.  Bring on the cheap empty make-up sex, you whore!