I read a book

[oneiriad]

This is nothing new, really. I read a lot of books. Far too many, some people would say (people who are not me, that is, because I am of the conviction that you can never read too many books - usually (I suppose there are special cases where it is possible, but I have yet to encounter one personally)).

Well, anyway, as I was saying, I read a book.

It is not the best book I have ever read (not that I could tell you exactly which one is, but, well *shrugs*). The writing is occasionally stilted, the story occasionally reads like a romance novel (which I suppose it should, since it sort of is, but), and more than once I got a sudden, strong urge to give the author a synonym dictionary for Christmas (this often occured right after Sir Francis Drake had said something bluffly).

But despite its faults it is quite an entertaining read. There are a couple of nice main characters and they are quite sweet together (a couple of times too sweet, but so what), and they even get to have a bit of character development (the book stretches over seven years - truth be told I would have worried if they had not had any at all). There is a truly evil villain or two, a tiny bit of angst (sort of) - oh yeah, and ships, cannons, pirates (sorry - privateers (technically)), swordfights - you know, the whole Age of Sail paraphernalia...

What made me read it? How could I resist a book that claims to be "a swashbuckling romance in the best gay pirate tradition"?