I read pretty much anything, from fantasy (City of Stairs by Robert Jackson Bennett) to romance (Bared to You by Sylvia Day) to classics (Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad). The only genres I don't read are self-help and comic books/graphic novels.
If there's anything we've learned about Amazon, it's that their website is absolutely chock full of ridiculous crap. From Nic Cage pillowcases to straight-up Confederate flag bikinis, there is nothing they don't have. Naturally, we felt the urge to fully check out their book section—you know, the thing they were best known for selling before express shipping toilet paper to your house became a thing.
Needless to say, the results were everything we hoped for—and more. The sh*t we came upon surpassed even our deepest, darkest, most depraved expectations. You can try it yourself: just type in "robot sex" into the search bar and bask in the glow of amateur erotica.