I consume romance novels (of the erotic and contemporary
variety) like I used to consume Ramen noodles in my college days.
[Sidebar: I hated Ramen and never ate that ish but it was
the most appropriate cultural reference so I went ahead and took creative
license with reality there].
There are probably many different reasons for my
appreciation of romance the majority of which I lack the sort of insight into
my personal psyche to discern. What I know
for sure is that the world of romance is a world of fantasy that provides a
delightful escape from the harsh light of reality. In romance, the dicks are
bigger, the orgasms are certain and love is forever, what more could a girl ask
for? Ah, yes- money! And lots of
it. After hopping off of an epic schlong
that you just rode until you came unicorns and fairy dust, the only thing you
need to complete your night is FINANICAL
SECURITY.
What fun is it to fall madly in love if the next thing you
know you’re dining on beef jerky and saltines? Financial instability is one of
the number one causes of divorce in real life.
In fantasy romance world, there are few things that can make me dump a
book faster than two broke characters.
That brings me to my review of Fall
by Cora Brent. If you want to read
the full review, click here: LJ Amazon Review
I’m not a snob. I’m
not rich enough to be a snob. In the
spirit of full disclosure, I’m also not broke…anymore (college was rough). That’s kind of the point though. I don’t need to fantasize about what I am or
what I’ve been. No, fantasy was meant to
be the barely attainable vision. The thing
that is wonderful about fantasy is the possibility of the thing. The possibility of shacking up with a guy
inside of his crappy trailer where the only furniture is one chair doesn’t do
anything for my romance novel libido. It’s not fantastic, it is catastrophic.
So any review you read by me is always going to be biased
against a novel that doesn’t include a reasonably wealthy Hero. That’s just how I roll.
