Gah

Okay so one a week is a completely unreasonable deadline for me. I give up. It has been a month, I suck.

So Romantic

I have just finished reading the Twilight series once again. I mention this only because they are the only novels I own that can be lumped into the category of "romance." I have juvi fiction, I have fantasy, I have sci-fi, I have mysteries, I have classics, but only those few romance.

Or at least that is how my husband classifies them. It is amazing how much of a difference just that one little word means to him. To him a romance novel is the spiritual equivalent of girl porn. He feels threatened by the fact that I find them so interesting. He seems to be convinced that they are filled with all kinds of gushy romantic stuff, and that it will somehow make me want him to be all gushy and romantic. That I will fantasize about fictional characters now, when I never have before. That i will hold him up to the measure of these characters and find him wanting or something ridiculous like that. Yet, he refuses to read them himself, because what kind of vampire story doesn't have all kinds of blood and stuff.

I love Pride and Prejudice but would never want to be in that kind of a relationship, I am hardly Elizabeth Bennet, and I do not want a Mr. Darcy. I love to read about characters, different people, but I hardly identify with them, nor do I covet their life. I just find them interesting that is all. I have read numerous fantasy and sci-fi novels with more sex, that are far more titillating then any romance I have ever read. (Maybe that is because I avoid the bodice-ripper, dime store variety)