Some books are about great literature, and some books are about steamy love scenes or racy, slightly disconcerting sexual escapades that cause you to blush and read on, blush and read on. Just as you speed-read through Flowers in the Attic
or certain Judy Blume novels as a preteen in order to get to the parts underlined by your classmates or fellow campers, you can tear very, very quickly through, say, Fifty Shades of Grey
to get to the smoking hot bedroom scenes. You don't really care if these characters eat or go to the grocery store, if they get the flu or buy a dress. You care if they get naked! You care if they break out the riding crop or if they make out in an elevator. You care if your neighbor walks in on you while
you're reading about the riding crop.