When asked who has guilty pleasures in reading I raise my hand with pride. There are those stories that on the surface make no logical sense and if I placed myself in the shoes of the characters I’d make drastically different choices. The rational part of my brain that keeps me from committing felonies and out of foreign prisons looks at those story lines and thinks, “This is utterly ridiculous”, but there is a part of me, that little mischievous sprite that toys with doing all of those things my rational brain disapproves of, that claps it’s little hands and squeals out “More!”. I am a contradiction like that and when it came time to start on a new project (or complete a forgotten one) I’d latched on to the guiltiest of guilty reading pleasures I enjoy; The Secret Baby Story. Continue reading →