When I was just a teen (late eighties,
early nineties) my first foray in to romance was to steal mom’s
Harlequin’s off the super-high top shelf of the bookcase—safely tucked
behind the potted plants, of course. I remember reading one that I
abso-lu-ute-ly loved! The identifying details are few, but hopefully they
will spark a memory in someone:
—It was a contemporary romance—not sure if it was Harlequin, but it was
one of those skinny books that was definitely put out by some romance club
on a monthly basis.
—The heroine drove a blue car that she named ‘Sally.’ She may or may not
have collected rocks and kept them in her car. She definitely was all about
the environment which leads into my next clue,
—She was trying to save the owls.
—The hero was—I think—a construction person that was somehow destroying
the owls’ habitats.
—Of course she convinces him to stop killing woodland creatures and they
fall madly in love.
I want to read this again, dammit! As far as romance goes I think this one
was pretty tame, but I would love to get my hands on a copy of the book that
first gave me that “super special” feeling!