You read that trash?

Okay, I know it’s been a long time but I’ve been a little busy with a new job so apologies to everyone who have been hanging out for a new post (yes, there is at least one cos she kicked my butt about it this morning)

So, since I nothing else to talk about, I’ll take the topic from my etiquette ladies and write about a book that changed my life.

Actually, I can’t even remember the name of the book, but I remember it was like crack to a junkie. I just couldn’t get enough of it. Yes, I’m talking about my very first Mills & Boon.

All I remember about the book is that he was a photographer and had a beard and they met in a museum. Oh yeah and the sex. To an innocent thirteen year old, they seemed to be going like rabbits! And like a good little junkie, I wanted more; I needed more; I craved more!

So I got more…books. I am now the current owner of at least 400 romance novels. That’s not counting at least triple that amount that have past through my revolving bookshelf in the twelve years that have past since my first hit.

I know some people think they are trashy, and yes, some of them are, but I don’t insult your intelligence by dissing your latest fashion magazine (because you only like the pictures and can’t handle any actual reading) or even the fact that you’ve never finished a book in your life.

I’m going to say it – loud and proud – I LOVE ROMANCE NOVELS. And I don’t care who knows it. Since I have absolutely no love life, I live vicariously through these characters. Hell, I even tried writing a few of them (and I have the stack of rejection letters to prove it).

I should warn you though, there is a downside to these novels. Since reading these novels, no man/boy has ever lived up to my romantic idea of my hero. Some have come close and others haven’t ever made it passed the starting line. Hell, if Sally the unattractive nurse with a disabled mother can catch herself a doctor, why the hell can’t I?

I know these novels have changed my life, but I’m not entirely sure if it was good or bad. Who knows if I would have ended up with one of the other guys, despite the fact that they never sent my heart racing and my body trembling at his touch…thanks to Mills and Boon, I’ve been holding out for my hero to barge his way into my office and crush me to his muscular chest, declaring his undying love for me and promising never to hurt me or break my heart (because every couple has to break up at least once, for the guy to realise that he can’t live without her).

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go read more stories about Slade’s quivering manhood…

~ by lulupop on Saturday, June 7, 2008.