I’ve noticed an interesting pattern when we talk about how we discovered the romance genre.
For some people, romance is what I’ve called our literary inheritance. We’re introduced to a novel, or an author, or an entire bag of books (woo!) by an aunt, a mom, a babysitter, a cousin, a friend. The story so often goes that a female introduced us to the genre, and brought us into this community of readers.
The other frequent story is somewhat in opposition: people who discover the genre in spite of the efforts of a relative to keep us away from it. We hide books under beds, we sneak them in and out of our homes and bags, and we track down books to read while evading notice of a person who would try to stop us, or remove said book from our possession. I know many of us have that same story, too, and we’ll visit that side of our experience next weekend.
Since today is Mother’s Day here in the US, I wanted to focus on the first one, the introduction, the inheritance of our most favorite kind of book. Even if we found our way into the community of romance readers by ducking around and hiding from someone, once we arrived, we inherited quite a number of recommendations from one another by now, right? We all have a mighty, mighty TBR awaiting us.
I’m all for celebrating. So tell us, who introduced you to romance? Was it your mother? A sister? A friend? An individual who helped shaped you into the person you are? Would you introduce us to that person in the comments?
For every person who has been a positive influence in the lives of others, happy day to us.