I love reading romance novels, because there’s enough bad stuff happening in real life that I don’t want to read about it in my books. If I need to read about reality and sadness and grief, I can read the news. I read historical novels. Contemporaries. Paranormals. Fantasies. Sci-Fi. And sometimes even mysteries. The important element in all of these is the romance, and the question that I always have when considering a book is whether there is a compelling romance between two good, interesting characters.
Love can make most things palatable, but there are those duds that sometimes can’t be avoided.
I’ve noticed that I tend to write reviews not about the things that I loved but those that amazed me by how horrible they were, how incomprehensible they were, or how reprehensible the characters in it were.
Some thoughts on the books that I have read below: