Monday, January 24, 2011

I was romancing rakes at 14...

When I was 14 years old, I discovered the romance book section at my local library. Guess what section is was next to? The children's section! At that point in my life I already was given the "birds and the bees" talk not only from my parents (my dad even bought me a 400 page book with pictures of both the male and female anatomies) and "sex ed" in school. I remember timidly walking down the aisle and just glancing at the spines. Apparently, all paperback library books are somehow turned into mini hardbacks. Anyway, I started pulling books that had fascinating covers. After putting 15 books into my book bag, I realized, what if I don't like any of these? I hadn't even bothered to read the little blurbs on the back. Well, at 14, how was I to know? I was drawn to the books by the covers alone. Who can resist the lure of well muscled bare chested men holding ladies dressed in flowing gown with their backs exposed? From the 15 book I had in my bag, I narrowed it down to 5. I can't even remember what the titles were, much less the authors. I spent the next 2 years reading as many of those books as possible until my library card expired. 


9 YEARS LATER....
I received an Amazon Kindle for Christmas. Now I don't have to go to the library of a bookstore to fulfill my addiction of reading romance novels. Spending time at bookstores or libraries looking at romance novels kind of embarrasses me. I know I shouldn't be ashamed of reading this genre but people tend to think I need a life if I am reading those. Or perhaps they thing I am lonely, living with cats (like on Hoarders), drinking wine and settling down with a romance book to tide me over. I can however say that I have been with the same guy for 6 years and we got married a year ago. So take that! 
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