I think I was a preteen when I first started reading romances, albeit against my mother’s wishes. I am sure I was only 14 when I read Whitney, My Love. God I loved that book when I was 14. Of course Whitney and my maturity level was about the same so it made perfect sense. I’m grappling with when I will let the tot read romances. I mean, I recognize the subversity of some of these boss/secretary books, but will she?