As a graduate student, I spend a lot of time reading "high-brow" literature and articles. And I love it. But sometimes a girl just needs a book to destress, the forget the world, and grin like mad.
After a few years of sporadic blogging on various platforms in my adolescence (mostly on young adult literature), I'm finally giving this blogging thing another try. Mainly because I want somewhere to enthusiastically gush about... romance novels.
Who would have thought? Aside from Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer, I've never had much of an interest in "romance novels". For years, I had a decided prejudice against romance novels, in fact. (It doesn't help that publishers insist on putting the most horrendous covers on these novels, therefore further belittling romance novels and the stereotypes associated with them). But once I tried my first, I fell down the rabbit hole.
Because the truth about romance novels? They're a great deal of fun.
And I'm not ashamed to admit that I love them (although I still loathe the covers).
