Over the span of 33 years, this literary circle has tackled an ambitious reading list. They have taken on a whole roster of Booker and Nobel Prize winners, waded through dense Russian novels that required a detailed family tree sketched out on the back of a cocktail napkin, and made one truly Herculean effort to completely dissect the intricate, demanding work of James Joyce. This group of dedicated bibliophiles does not just read; they analyze, discuss, debate, and critique. On occasion, they have even reached out directly to authors to let them know precisely what they think of their literary contributions.

Because these women genuinely cherish books and the physical culture of reading, they also harbor a deep appreciation for independent bookstores. Therefore, when a new independent shop named Blush Bookstore opened its doors nearby, heavily promoting a rapidly growing selection of romance readers and contemporary titles, the club decided to temporarily step outside of their normal, high-brow genre comfort zone and select a romance novel. They initially viewed the choice as a bit of light, breezy reading to get through the warm summer months. As it turned out, they were entirely unprepared for just how hot their summer was about to become.

What Ever Happened to Fabio?

Looking back to the 1980s, the landscape of popular romance fiction was entirely different. Known widely at the time as "bodice rippers," these novels were largely structured around rigid themes of forbidden love, dramatic peril, and tortured passion. Almost without exception, they featured a distinct, highly recognizable cover illustration showcasing a man known simply as Fabio. Serving as the quintessential stand-in hero of the decade, Fabio was always ready to sweep any unsuspecting woman off her feet with his trademark bulging biceps, chiseled cheekbones, flowing locks, and smoldering, piercing gaze.

The cover art alone ensured that reading one of these books was essentially a covert operation. Readers of a certain era devoured the steamy storylines hidden away under the covers with a flashlight, or tucked safely in the bathtub with the bathroom door locked. Bringing one of these novels out into the open—such as pulling one from a tote bag while sitting in a pediatrician’s waiting room while a toddler played with a pile of germy plastic blocks—was simply out of the question.

Romance No Longer Undercover

Today’s romance novels tell a completely different story altogether. Modern romance covers are bright, minimalist, and sweetly illustrated, often featuring cartoon or artistic depictions of romantic couples who look like they are about to share an artisan latte at a charming, sunlit neighborhood bakery. A reader could comfortably open one of these books on a crowded commercial flight, or sit with it in the bleachers during a granddaughter’s weekend soccer game, and no one around them would be the wiser. The romance novel has officially come out from under the covers, and as this seasoned book club soon discovered, the writing within its pages has evolved just as dramatically.

Prompted by a recommendation from The New York Times—a detail that still brings a sense of amusement—the group selected a contemporary title that they assumed would offer a witty, modern take on the classic romance genre. However, it became apparent within the very first few chapters that contemporary romance writing employs a whole new, remarkably explicit definition for the word romance. Speaking of definitions, the text featured more than a few passages and anatomical references that sent at least one reader running frantically to a search engine for clarity. As one member noted, her laptop search history might require a thorough clearing before anyone else asks to borrow the device.

A Hot Summer Night in More Ways Than One

Naturally, the official book club meeting night dedicated to discussing the novel turned out to be an absolute hoot. The group’s traditional discussion questions—such as evaluating the overarching philosophical themes of a text or analyzing what a particular author is attempting to say about the broader human condition—were entirely thrown out the window. Furthermore, not a single member volunteered to dramatically read aloud poetic passages from the book to showcase the author’s mastery of lyrical language.

At one point during the lively gathering, the entire room erupted into screams of laughter when one member shared a deeply embarrassing personal anecdote. She revealed that she had been listening to the book’s unabridged audiobook through her car speakers on the way to her local mechanic shop for a routine oil change. Completely forgetting that audiobooks resume playing right from the exact moment the engine starts, she unknowingly broadcasted a particularly climactic, highly explicit scene from the story to the entire all-male service team as she pulled into the bay. She did not realize what had happened until she returned hours later to pick up her vehicle, only to find that not a single mechanic could maintain eye contact with her. The incident was so mortifying that she has officially decided to find a completely new repair shop.

What 33 Years of Friendship Teaches You

Beyond the endless giggles and blushing admissions, the unexpected literary experiment opened up a unique and meaningful conversational space for this tight-knit group of women. Having navigated more than three decades of shared milestones—including marriages, divorces, motherhood, professional shifts, aging, illness, and worse—the members used the book as a springboard to discuss how romance, love, intimacy, and passion actually look and feel at this mature stage of life. The conversation naturally touched upon how relationships and human bodies continue to evolve in surprising, complex new ways over time.

Following their brief and memorable foray into modern romance, the club returned to more familiar intellectual ground for their next meeting, selecting a contemporary literary novel inspired by none other than William Shakespeare. That particular choice required zero frantic search engine queries. Still, the experience proved that after 33 years of meeting monthly, sharing meals, and discussing heavy literature, this enduring group of friends can still profoundly surprise one another.

As for those young mechanics back at the repair shop, it is comforting to think that they might have learned a valuable life lesson that day as well. Chief among those takeaways is the realization that the mature women handing over their car keys with reading glasses perched casually on top of their heads are infinitely more vibrant, worldly, and interesting than they might initially appear.