I came across this amazing post today which sums up all of the reasons why I read and write romance. This is everything. I am so glad to have found this author, blogger and kindred spirit in the internet world. Read and Enjoy!
Sometimes, I read a book and it profoundly moves me. This is a beautiful thing, but it comes with some risks. I’m one of those people who takes things to heart, carries them around and turns them over and over in my mind. A deeply wrenching tale, or even an intensely suspenseful one, can keep me awake at night, cloud my thoughts for days. It’s not bad, but it’s exhausting.
Romance is different. It is, by definition, a hopeful genre. The stories and characters are ones you either know or want to know. The ending is predictable, but that’s okay; it is buoyant. Always.
Despite reading romance–straight and queer–for years, I usually did so secretly, guiltily, or, at the very least, with a dose of self deprecation. As a woman with a fondness for intellectualism and a graduate degree in English, it felt hypocritical to do otherwise. Yet. Yet, the…
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