The audio book version seemed like a good idea while I paint the kitchen. Bad, bad idea when the book is Outlander. It began innocently enough. The voice over my speakers sounded like Julie Andrews. Mary Poppins was reading me a story.
Not too mushy with a strong, intelligent, funny female protagonist. I've never been a big fan of the romantic novel. Something about willingly suspending my disbelief but maybe this won't be so bad.
Not so bad until Mary Poppins began narrating the first sex scene and the boy chose that inauspicious moment to come downstairs. Paint or no, I sprinted to the stereo but I got there a little too late. Thanks, bookclub.
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