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Moss, of the division Bryophyta.

I read smut.  


Shitloads of smut.

The Ghost on My Couch - L.A. Gilbert Man encounters ghost in his flat, falls in love with ghost, ghost falls in love back, odds are surmounted, and HEA.

No plot, no tension, no arresting writing style, nothing interesting to speak of. I don't know, maybe a straight, flat narrative with nothing particular to say has its own attractions, but it did nothing for me.