Friday, February 1, 2008

My Dirty LIttle Secret

Ok, so I’m confessing something here that is truly embarrassing…I buy for the Romance section of my library. I know, I know, I already know that I’m perpetuating all kinds of unhealthy relationship expectations and facilitating down right crap, but it’s my job. In fact, It’s one of (if not the) largest circulating collections at the library, so when they asked me to buy for it I was really flattered. I should tell you that when they asked me if I would buy for it they said “Now, you don’t have to read them… but would you buy for romance? Funny. It’s also funny to note that Romance is the highest circulating collection… in Provo? Huh.


One of the perks of buying for Romance is that I get to see ALL KINDS of ridiculous things aimed at Romance Readers and Romance Writer hopefuls (as most romance readers are). I mean really, sometimes I am horrified, sometimes outraged, and others I just can’t stop laughing. My favorite most recent one was when I came across an article on how to write better “love” scenes in your books without being cheesy or pornographic. The Irony! They always call them “love” scenes…and then fill the book with casual sex…Anyway, that’s a rant for another day. I usually give Max and earful when I get home about what new psychological conundrum I’ve discovered in the Romance World, but maybe if I post them here his ears can get a break and more people can share in my disgust, I mean laughter, I mean rage…

1 comment:

Jen said...

I know that this is a little absurd, but I have this mental image of you picking out romance novels with Fabio on the front.