I’ve read a lot of dreck over the years and some particularly hilarious dreck sticks in the mind, like dog poop on your shoe.
In a “romance” novel set in modern times involving a mercenary soldier and a damsel in some kind of distress (I think - I may have blotted much of the actual story out of my mind) the damsel slides her delicate pink hand into the hero’s trews and finds - wait for it! - a “granite monument”. :eek: I didn’t finish it, I gave up not long after that astonishing discovery, but the description of his erection has stayed with me. Even now I’m laughing!
In another story set in 1700’s Scotland, the heroine decides to go bathing in a burn. In February. In the highlands. The hero, astride his noble steed, spots her from afar. Pretty afar, as I recall. So it takes him a long time to get there. And she is washing her girly bits, etc., a lot of rosy-tipped mounds and swelling buttocks. Eventually he gets there and sweeps her wet and naked self out of the water onto the back of his horse and rides off with her and rapes her a bunch of times, etc., the usual.
I suspect the author, who displayed a dismal lack of historical knowledge, also displayed a dismal lack of understanding of the Scots dialect. I suspect she thought a “burn” was something warm, not the Scots name for a creek and that the water is frigid in those things even in July and our heroine would have died of hypothermia long, long, long before the raping hero on his noble steed was within poking distance. Another book flung across the room, I’m afraid. But I know what happened, we all do. :rolleyes:
Also, any book by Diana Gabaldon. Jeez. :mad: