Sure, the name of this blog indicates I can cure all the woes that Viagra and a few stiff drinks can't, but - brace yourself - I'm not writing about those sorts of covers. I'm writing about books, books I love and books I hate, books that confound me and books I could read 100 more times and never get tired of. I'll write about authors who are coming to Miami and authors who aren't and probably a few I'm still mad at for one reason or another (damn you, Dennis Lehane! Write another thriller!) I'll admit I have never made it through Moby Dick, and a lot of you will lie and say you have.
See, I read a lot. Presumably, if you're taking the time to read this instead of Star magazine or catching up on deleted scenes from The Office, you like to read, too. I can't claim to have a lengthy series of letters behind my name. My degree is in journalism, from University of Florida (GO GATORS!) , and I came by my love of books the same way most of you did: By picking them up and reading. And I'm always open to suggestions of what I should be reading; I love discovering new authors, although I have to warn you, if you start sending in comments about how we all need to read your self-published manifesto on living life to the fullest or why breast-feeding should be mandatory or how 9/11 was a government conspiracy, we are going to have a big fat problem.
So I may not be much help with the sex tips, but I sure can talk about books. So let's do it.