SHE had always longed to write her doctoral thesis on the romance-novel archetype, for indeed, there were no novel romances, and neither did she desire them.

HER FAMILY mocked her cherished dreams, cruelly forcing her to read the classics, or books of cultural signigicance--but they could not break her spirit.

HER SISTER, in the fullness of time, blossomed into appreciation or rakes, rogues, and roués; of spears, swords, and shafts; of waves, whirlpools, and waterfalls of ecstasy; of raised purple-gilt lettering.

TOGETHER, they could not deny their destiny. In the end, nothing could keep them from...THE BLOG.