First, the Bulwer-Lytton was announced, if you missed it. The Romance category winner is, as email correspondent Rosie described it, “a corker.”
As the dark and mysterious stranger approached, Angela bit her lip anxiously, hoping with every nerve, cell, and fiber of her being that this would be the one man who would understand—who would take her away from all this—and who would not just squeeze her boob and make a loud honking noise, as all the others had.
Ali Kawashima, Greensboro, NC
Sasha’s reading journal was forwarded to me by librarian C. Seems Sasha fell gleefully in love with romance again, and her descriptions of her favorite novels made me smile in a big way:
I wish everyone had a genre they could call home—the don’t-bother-bathing-during-the-weekends kind of home, the put-your-feet-up-while-eating kind of home, the I-will-burp-when-I-need-a-breather kind of home.
That is SO OFTEN how I feel: the romance genre is my home.
I’m not a fan of book trailers in romance. They tend to be an overlong celebration of schmaltzy music and stock images. However, for some genres, like YA, they can work amazingly well. Simone Elkeles, for example, has done some kickass book trailers, and her new one for the third book in her series is well done.
I’ve been at signings where Elkeles was present, and her line of teens waiting to meet her went around the room and out the door. Trailers like this one that are aimed for her target audience seem to be effective in reaching her audience where they live.