I have a great love in my life. No, I’m not talking about my husband. That’s for another conversation. I’m talking about the man of my dreams. The one that lives in my house, but doesn’t get to sleep in my bed. No, my great love lives on my bookshelf. Well, actually if I am confessing, I cheat on him too. I have lots and lots of great loves. They are what you might call my Book Boyfriends.
We love our Book Boyfriends. They have our absolute devotion and we never, ever like to share them with others. We’re happy to let you meet them. You can read their stories, just as long as you remember who they belong to.
Why do we collect this dream harem? Well, first of all, you know your Book Boyfriend won’t leave the toilet seat up or leave his socks on the floor. You know he’ll always be there to rescue you from attack whether it’s from a serial killer or a space vampire (whichever applies) Your Book Boyfriend will massage your aching muscles when you are tired or fly you across the world to get dinner in your favorite little restaurant, by airplane or sometimes his own wings. He is as attractive as your imagination can make him and he doesn’t mind your imperfections at all. He can be over bearing and protective but always lets you make your own decisions. He’s everything we need him to be, and he’ll never let you down.