I was recently cleaning up my now empty bedrooms since my three children have all flown the coop. The oldest got married, bought a house ten minutes away and had a baby. My middle took a job after she graduated college, over 700 miles away. And the youngest is away at college. Okay, that’s only temporary flight but he’s gone right now so I was clearing out his room too.
I stumbled across a Jodi Picoult book and glanced briefly at the back blurb and put it back down. Now I know she is very famous and a wonderful author but I have never had any desire to read what she’s written. Why? Because from what my daughters tell me, it’s all very depressing. Well written but depressing.
So I started thinking about that and it got me realizing that’s one of the reasons I continue to read romance novels. From the time I was twelve, I was sucked into a world where people fall in love and live happily ever after. Like a Disney movie. Yup, I love Disney movies. Everyone is happy, even when you have a mad hunter trying to kill you. But it’s all good. Everything is good.
Okay, so maybe in many romance novels not everything is good. You do have the conflict the hero and heroine have to go through to finally get together but that is merely a trifle when you consider some of the other literary fiction out there. I have no desire to read about people dying, getting raped, killed horribly or any other non-happy type plot.
My life isn’t half bad. I’ve never had these things happen to me and I imagine they are terrible. But I also don’t want to read all about it. It’s one of the reasons I don’t read the newspaper or watch the news. Lately I haven’t even wanted to watch TV. There’s a lot about my life that sucks already so why would I want to dwell on other things that are even suckier? My default; romance novels.
Many people unfortunately think of all romance novels as smut. Now I will admit more and more romances do have an abundance of this involved and some are only sex. But a true romance is about a man and a woman who work their way through the trials and tribulations of everyday life to finally be with the one person who will make them whole. And love them forever. How can you not want to read a story like that?
So until my life becomes filled with only wonderful, perfect things and I need something sad to balance me out, I will continue to read my romance novels. Yes, I live in my own sheltered little world and maybe I am delusional. But I like it and it makes me happy. The only thing that would make me happier would be for those cute little chipmunks and rabbits to actually come clean my house.