Yeah, okay, there are some bad romance novels out there. But maybe you shouldn't dismiss the entire genre just because you read a bad romance novel twenty years ago, or just because your "literary" friends love to make fun of them.
I'm delighted that my blog has such a wide audience. Not all of you are romance readers or Christians, but we still have a lot of fun together. I'm guessing it's the fact that I don't take myself too seriously that makes so many of you curious enough to pick up my book. It tickles me that virtually all of you have liked it quite a lot or even "loved" it. (I am aware of just one of my non-romance-reading blog friends who honestly didn't enjoy it.)
While it's tempting to believe my fantastic writing is making converts of you all, the truth is probably that I'm merely a competent writer, and you've been cherishing quite a lot of wrong ideas about romance novels, and when I talk you into trying one, you're confronted with the truth that reading a romance can be, well, fun.
I've just come across yet another of those delightful I-can't-believe-I-just-read-an-entire-romance-novel-and-didn't-even-barf reviews. Take a look at this post by Trina Pink of A Penny's Worth:
I faithfully read Brenda Coulter’s blog, No Rules. Just Write. I love her outlook on life, and she's funny too, without being mean. Plus, she writes books, and you know I love books!
Unfortunately, she writes inspirational romances, which you know I would never read.... But addicted I am to her writing, and now her bad influence has led me to read three (count ‘em, three) inspirational romances, the latest of which was her novel, A Family Forever.
Ah. I love the sound of prejudices hitting the pavement after being dropped from a great height.
A few paragraphs later, this pulled a laugh out of me:
Oh, dear. I’m doing it again. Being sarcastic See, cheesy, predictable plots just make me squirm. And if I could just say I hated the book, I could say it proudly! That’s what I expected to think, and I would have politely kept quiet about having read the book at all, ostensibly to save Brenda’s reputation (I really like her blog) but mostly to save face with all my intelligent, sophisticated readers.
But I can’t say that. Because I loved it. I moved into Tucker and Shelby’s darling stone cottage, bustled around in the kitchen and just purred. Well, actually, when Tucker came into the kitchen, it was more like a “Mrowwrrrr!”
Poor Trina. How valiantly she struggled, to no avail:
So here’s the sum: my sarcasm? It’s just indicative that I’m a lot more sentimental than I want to admit. I loved the book. I loved every page of it.
I know there are a lot more skeptics where Trina came from. I wonder how many more of them will be gutsy enough to pick up my book and risk falling for an inspirational romance story.