This essay was inspired by Carrie’s review of Roomies, a book I enjoyed despite it prompting a rant from Carrie. Her review is a great read, in part because it caused me to examine my own reading, specifically how much my own tastes have been affected or changed by current political and social issues. I have been doing a lot of self examination, especially after a recent shopping trip to a bookstore. I wandered the … Continue reading No More Guys with Guns, Please→
As a reader, it doesn’t take much for me to get on board a crazy train headed for WTF-ville. Vampire NAVY Seal angels? Let me at it. Fingerblasting in a corn field? Sure, sign me up. But one the one aspect of romance that I cannot seem to reconcile my feelings for is the holiday romance. If you like holiday romances, great! Before we get into the nitty gritty, I don’t want any readers feeling … Continue reading The Painful Fantasy of Holiday Romances→
Awhile back I wrote a post on my journey to get a diagnosis for chronic pain, on being dismissed by the medical community at large and about how I relied heavily on romance novels during that time to cope with fear and depression. I’m doing much better in the three years since my diagnosis–partly due to prescription medication (formerly outrageously expensive prescription medication) and partly due to my having a better understanding and acceptance of … Continue reading Reading, Self-Care and Guilt→
