Everyone's tasted chocolate.
Some like it milk, some like white... and some won't touch it unless it's Godiva Dark.
I think we'd all agree that there are moods one must be in to read a certain type of book and appreciate its facets and aspects for the qualities they present to the reader.
In light of that, I've employed a rating system that will reflect that.
White chocolate is a light-hearted, fluffy read. Sparkles and rainbows and happy endings and everything goes off without a hitch. Pure unadulterated escapism, or not much realism. I mean, seriously. Goddess help me, this stuff doesn't even have cocoa in it.
Milk chocolate is the next logical step. A complex read, often chock full of hazelnuts, almonds, or formed into a truffle with the-goddess-only-knows-what inside. When you're after something to feed a fetish--I mean craving--this is where you go.
Dark chocolate is that rich, bittersweet depth that comes in just as many forms. From the organic 75% extra dark, to the more mundane pull-it-off-the-shelf-at-the-grocery-store craving.
Spam isn't even chocolate. Nor is it worth touching. It's a meat log in a can. If you eat this shit, you're on your own.
