I’ve asked this question before and I’ll probably ask it many times again before I die but it popped into my head yesterday while deep in the mislabeling discussion over at Dear Author.
Only this time I’m not going to fall into the trap of trying to find an answer, partly because I’m not sure there is an answer. Not a single answer, anyway. Usually all asking does is lead to endless unsatisfying speculation. This time I’m going to be smart, I hope, and instead ask for solid evidence. Short of that, I’ll settle for second-hand accounts that maybe we can compile into some kind of pattern.
Here’s the question. If you’re a convert to romance reading, what did you believe was in the books before you converted, i.e. what kept you from trying them? If you’ve always read romances, I’m sure that somewhere along the lines someone in your life has told you what they thought were inÂ the books you read, so what’s the most memorable description?
Now, here’s my offering. I well remember one night when the now ex and I were painting a room. I was taking a break because we’d reached the ceilings and I couldn’t reach them. Naturally, I was reading. For some reason, I started reading aloud to him, which I’d never done before. The book was The Bride by Julie Garwood. I’d read the first couple of chapters when he made a comment that I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.
“There’s actually a story there.”
Well, duh, granted the man is not a reader and probably never will be but why did he think I’d had my nose stuck in all these books all those years? Staring at the blank pages for the fun of it?
I mean really!
It does give one pause to contemplate the workings of another’s mind. Or the lack thereof. To his credit, he’s extremely proud of the fact that I have managed to pass on my love of reading to our two children. It’s one of his few shining points.
So, what can you offer?