Scruples - Judith Krantz Boy, Scruples has it's fair share of explicit sex in all thinkable variety. Usually an overdose ruins a romance for me. But when I bought a grubby, well-thumbed copy in a small second-hand-store ten years ago, I got addicted for a few months and had to read all the other Krantz books as well - ploughing facinated through the high society glamour and relationship drama and steaminess. Though, each time I see shelves tagged with "guilty pleasures" I immediately think of Scruples and the rest of those sticky sweets.