I come from a long line of romantics and romance book lovers. Heck, I’m even named after a romance author! Yes, that one. It was my mom’s hope to find a love like she read about, so she read a lot of them. For a long time, I thought they were so over the top and cheesy. Then one day, I got it. I finally found the one that had all my hopes and dreams in a pretty little package. And I was hooked.
I remember being in elementary school, and in between books I scored at the Scholastic Book Fair (still the best thing ever), I would often sneak things off of bookshelves. I would swipe most well-loved looking books and hide them to read. Thanks to my GG, who would send boxes of hand-me-down books to my mom, we had an abundance of bodice rippers and loads of contemporary romances, too. When I finished with all of my books, on to my mom’s I went.
Let me just say. I cannot believe the filth my family was reading, but I’m so grateful that they did. These are the ones that got me hooked.
P.S. My mom got her romance book ending in real life. So there’s hope for all of us.