Books for when guys seriously suck

Not the most original thought, I know, but having been reminded of it today (it took you 21 days to reply to my email because your blackberry was broken and you had a backlog - RIGHT), I need to go wallow in some totally, gratuitously brain-rotting fiction tonight after class. I think When Gods Die: A Sebastian St. Cyr Mystery should suit the bill nicely - murder mystery with a smart & attractive Regency viscount/detective, to distract me. That or Lost. Or both. Or both followed by a misguided sleepover with a more appreciative guy. Although R is insisting I "channel" my rage in a "positive" way, so maybe I should just attack the shower with my new scrubber brush...after Lost. And maybe something on the mercantile culture of New Netherland to lull me off to sleep...