I discovered the other day why I hate romance novels. It’s not that I have anything against romance itself. I mean, hello, I’m a girl, I have to like romance, right? But I detest romance novels. Nothing against you if you like Karen Kingsbury, but it’s not for me.
But see, I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly I hated them until yesterday. Now I know. Romance novels are full of the most intense weird uncomfortable feelings. You know, like “Just then the door flew open and Josh’s large athletic frame filled the doorway and his eyes bored into her soul with a strange combination of wrath and doubting.”
Like, once I picked up this Karen Kingsbury book, thinking I should, you know, at least give her a chance. So first there was this emotion filled scene where this lady loved her husband but he left and she was filled with emotion and her son felt so abandoned by his father and there was about three pages describing exactly how that made him feel and then he had so much pain that he decided to become a bull rider. I am dead serious. A bull rider.
Then the girl’s story started. What was her deal? I think she was a barrel racer and every time she raced she risked her life cause she had really bad asthma or something. Somehow this story was filled with feelings too and I couldn’t imagine what sort of feelings would come once they actually met each other and fell in love so I ceased reading.
However, to be fair, there are a few romance novels that I like.
- The Mark of the Lion Trilogy by Francine Rivers
- The Blue Castle by L. M. Montgomery
- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin
Well in other news, my family is spending New Years on the other side of the mountains, and thus I feel considerably better, at least for a short time.
Ben thinks that I’ll be married to a guy named Homer Miller in 2020.
I just read a very interesting book called “The Book Thief.” Now I have moved on to “The Magician’s Elephant.” Neither of them are romance novels. One wonderful thing about being at home is the piles of great books around.
The rose bowl is starting and I keep thinking about the Ohio State fans in Colorado who made fun of the Ducks. Now that I think about it, a duck may be a silly mascot, but it’s not as silly as a nut now is it?