Whew. I feel better now. If you want another hottie fix during this blog, feel free to check out my Trick or Treat Blog Hop post.
Now, moving on to the actual topic of the day. I've been thinking a lot lately about this kind of thing:
Me: "I've been writing romance, and I have a book coming out in December..."
Former Acquaintance: "Romance? You don't mean, like those Harlequin ones?"
Me: "Well, no, not that there's anything wrong with..."
Former Acquaintance: "Oh, I never read those books. They're all the same. I like mysteries."
Me, silently to myself: You mean those mysteries where someone is always killed at the beginning, the main character always has to track down the bad guy, solve the crime, and wrap up the loose ends ... before the killer strikes again?
I'm not knocking mysteries. Love 'em. The point is, I like the comfort and familiarity of the structure of romance, the fact that you know everything's going to work out in the end, the lovers will be together, nothing too terrible will occur. WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT? I know life isn't that way. I know real love is far more complicated and unpredictable than a romance novel. So what?
We need fantasy in our lives. It helps the hard parts go down easier. It helps us be optimistic. It brings comfort and escape. It brightens your mood. If you're in a better mood, you can be nicer to those around you. So, IMO, romance novels can help your relationships. Which means ... the fantasy actually becomes reality. Maybe reading about love brings more love into the world. If so, why the heck isn't it required reading?
I've always turned to romance novels during times of personal angst. In fact, I feel kinda sorry for someone who can't enjoy a good romance novel. You're missing out on a lot of fun, sweetness, emotion, adventure, excitement, and hotties, Former Acquaintance!
Hey, did someone say hottie?
Peace and love,