I have a dirty little secret. It’s raunchy. It’s delicious and I love every single minute of it. Â Â Â I’m a reader… ok so that fact isn’t necessarily a secret. PANK is a literary magazine… which involves a lot of reading… and writing Â perfect for someone like me. Â Â However, I’m the type of person that reads any and everything. Â I read nutritional facts on food, I enjoy the back of cereal boxes, toothpaste and I have the tendency to read manuals- computer, TV, car. Â If it has words I’m going to read it; because we all know that words are most definitely sexy.
Which leads me back to my topic before I digressed. Â My dirty little secret is that I love and I do mean love romance novels. Â Â They are the most dysfunctional books on the planet and I love them. Â Realistically, these stories should make you hate all forms of romance, but as a romantic it makes me smile to realize that love could actually be so sweet.
In the beginning I told myself that I would never read a romance. Â Â They were stupid and so unrealistic. Â Seriously, you go into a bookstore head into the romance section and all you see are perfectly sculpted people on the covers, trying to entice you into reading. Â True enough, there is nothing wrong with looking at very attractive gentlemen with the body to match, but there is something wrong when you sell the image like that could be your future man. Â Reality says, that I’m never ever going to meet Fabio, Â Tyson Beckford or Christian Keyes, so I shouldn’t be tempted to read these books. Â Yet, the fact that one can dream about being in love or loved- take it as you will- by one of these fine and I do mine fine men is great, Â I know that my hopes and dreams are going to be crushed, because clearly they are not my Mr. Right. Â However, they are my Mr. Right Now.
The story line are all the same: boy meets girl (vice-versa), boy wants girls(vice-versa), girl has issues that boy has to solve- a brokenheart, stalker, or murderer, Â guy has some emotional issues from a childhood trauma and did I forget to mention that they are all rich and successful.
WTF? Â Clearly, clearly, we all can’t have issues that a romantic love affair can solve and of course all of us are not rich. Â So common sense should prevail and I shouldn’t read this right?
Wrong!! Â So so wrong!! Â Crack is whack and it is cheap. Just like these romance novels. Â How do I know, because they cheap and I buy them like hotcakes. Â They have the same story lines over and over, which can be considered whack and cliched. Â Â Â But they are so damn good!!
I don’t know who came up with the formula for the romance, but I want to thank them. Â Â Cause if it weren’t for them I wouldn’t have recently spent $32.00 on six novels, that I won’t be able to read until Christmas. Â It’s okay though, because my dirty little secret is mine.
Now I’m off to enjoy my Firday, curled up on the couch reading The Way You Love Me, by Francis Ray, because honestly I just can’t get enough of the Grayson Family and Shane Elliott the leading man in my new novel.
Until we met again!
~Pank’s Resident Romantic~