Only thing I can say made me cringe was Shades of Grey. Not the subject matter but how bad it was. Hmm having only just come back to reading and diving back into old favourites, I have found some authors cringe worthy now. It is like how on earth could I have ever loved their works.
I am very set in what I like to read, I would not read a bodice ripper or anything YA, as I like my books damn right vicious and nasty.
I tend to ignore what others read, but having said that it does creep me out when 40 year old women swoon or gush like love struck 13 year olds over edward. That is far to close a teen association.
So not what they read but how they react to what they read. As I said I love vicious nasty stuff, but do not act that way, in the same way I expect grown women not to act like love struck teens over teen characters.
Maybe i worded that right this time
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