Joan Reeves writes romance novels. She has just published - two days ago - an updated version of "Just One Look". It was previously published by a traditional publisher as a dead-tree book, and the new version is an e-book.

Joan purports to be the woman depicted here, and we're supposed to think that the legs on the cover are hers, photographed by her husband. On the internet, though, nobody knows you're a dog. She could be single, a retired football player, for all we know. In that case, she's doing wonderful marketing.

I don't own a Kindle yet. I'd love to, but I figure that since there aren't a lot of buttons and jacks, the price is going to come down considerably as their suppliers learn how to make screens more efficiently. I look for a next-generation model for Christmas selling for $89, and a cheaper-yet model a year later for $49, which will eventually be discounted to about $29. I'll probably bite when the price drops to $89.

In the meanwhile, Amazon has Kindle for PC, a free application that allows one to read Kindle books on PC. There are other free applications that let you read Kindle books on your Mac, iPhone, Android phone, and I suspect there's one that works with Oster blenders as well.

There are hundreds of thousands of free books for the Kindle, which is what got me to download Kindle for PC. Most of them are older books, but I got a copy of Emily Post, and of Robert's Rules of Order, for reference purposes, and found I really like Kindle for PC.

What's amazing is that there are so many books coming out in the $1 to $5 range. (Mrs. Reeves' book is 99 cents at present.) A paperback these days costs the better part of $10, but not only does the reader save money, the author gets a $2.10 royalty on that $3 book, compared to about 90c on the paperback, so the only people who lose out are the traditional publishing houses, the printers, and the paper mills.

The old Harlequin romances were dreadful novels that were like the horrid "woman in danger" movies on Lifetime Movie Network, except that the women didn't have any body parts between knee and shoulder. Mrs. Reeves is one of the new-school authors, whose heroines sometimes dress as sluts and have nipples that get erect.

I'd make fun of her as being a soft-core pornographer, except that she might (and in fact, just has) accused me of filling this blog with stories and images of wimmen that Miss Grundy would never approve of.

In any case, I bought her novel about 18 hours ago, so I'm only 70% through, but it's a breezy, fun, read. If you remember the "Coffee, Tea, or Me?" series that came out about 40 years ago, it's got just the same flavor.

She's got a few details wrong. She thinks that breasts with implants are hard, and that men care. Some natural small breasts are like Jello in a bag and some are marshmallowy. Some natural big breasts are like Jello in a bag, and some are more meaty. I base this on extensive research among women I knew as they were growing up. Women with implants almost always have the feel of Jello in a bag, which is nice, but then, the others are nice, too. You see, most men are happy just to be allowed to play with them, real or not.

If readers of this blog want to conduct their own research into this matter, I suggest going up to potential research assistants and saying, "My goodness, those look heavy. As a good Christian, I feel compelled to offer to hold them for you." You won't, of course, always get a "yes", but a surprisingly large percentage of breast-owners respond favorably to an obvious compliment couched in humorous terms.