Nothing better than a good trashy romance to relax and empty my brain while releasing the stress of sitting in class for an extra hour on a lovely warm Friday afternoon in the middle of the Caribbean. After all, a little laughter is good for you, especially when every medical disease known to man is lovingly compared to food.
Blueberry babies. Cottage cheese candidiasis. Fishy odors. Strawberry tongue. Rice water stool. Nutmeg liver. Thick creamy discharge.
It's a wonder that any student remains a faithful foodie after such eloquent educational terms. Which reminds me of the elegant hand authors have in describing the human body. After all, what woman wouldn't swoon and fall head over heels for a man possessing a "throbbing wand of manhood" or "quivering engorged man mast?" Okay, okay, so perhaps it was a little over the top, but after covering STDs in med micro, "her moist, wet folds, quivering like the open petals of a flower, ready to be pollinated, flushed pink...." (Ahem... I think we all get the point.) means something completely different
Let's just say that there are a few things in life that should be left alone. No descriptions necessary, thank you very much.
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