I'm going to come clean about this, and you, Kindly Interwebs, are not going to start suspicioning that I'm addle brained. At least not for what I'm about to say.
My name is Jennifer Grace and I read trashy girl smut.
I love romance novels. No. Really.
I've finally gotten to a point where I don't feel guilty admitting my love of The Romance, because hey, sometimes I just want to read fluff, okay? It makes me happy. If you want to judge me on that, you can suck it.
It started when I was nine or ten. You see, I always read whatever my sister was reading, so there are quite a few genres that I started a bit young. Anyhow, it started in or around fourth grade, with the Sweeping Gothic Mystery Romance that ends with a single impassioned kiss. These still hold a special place in my heart, and I still make time to re-read the good ones.
Favorite authors from this period of romantic leanings: Victoria Holt (who is the same person as) Philippa Carr, Jill Tattersall, and Phyllis A. Whitney. My all-time favorite book from this moon-eyed period/genre obsession/whatever is The Cry of the Owl by Margaret Mayhew, found by my sister at the Aptos Junior High library, subsequently hunted down at the regular public library, and checked out repeatedly by both of us for YEARS. I'd check it out again now, except it's not there anymore.
Romance novels that I hate:
- The poorly written kind (this should go without say).
- 97% of those set in modern day. I loves me a good historical romance.
- Any where the man has a mustache. Or at least, if they talk too much about the mustache. My willing suspension of disbelief does not allow me to love a man with a mustache.
- Incest (ahem Wyndham Legacy no I cannot get beyond the fact that they are first cousins, especially since you keep pointing out how much they resemble one another)
- Any where the man straight up rapes the woman as if that's even remotely okay (Karen Robards I AM LOOKING AT YOU).
- Books with excessive use of terms such as "velvety folds," "man rod," etc. I can accept limited use of these terms (especially as I prefer the historical romance, and I've noticed that's a bit more prevalent), but sometimes it gets to be too much.
- Any book where they start out in love and then it's the world keeping them apart le sigh. I like the ones where they start out hating each other and there's a proper amount of tension to be frothed up into sexual tension.