A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, romance novels had covers (not) affectionately referred to as bodice rippers. Now, some of you may know that romances are targeted primarily toward women — and we certainly don’t share the male fascination with the female bosom (we are, actually, a bit pragmatic about our body parts). Those lurid, awful covers were geared toward male buyers for book chains and distributors. Women were, to put it politely, ashamed to be seen in public with such covers. Then came Fabio, and, while women appreciate a good-looking man, the covers were still embarrassing.