A Recovered Literary Snob
Years ago, my shelves were filled with books from the literary trade paperback section of the bookstore. You know the ones; somber stories of lost dreams, heartbreaking rites of passage and souls crushed by life’s challenges.
These were books for serious people. People who read the New York Times Book Review. People who listened to NPR radio. People who watched documentaries. Yeah, that was me!
As an avid reader, I devoured one to two of these critically acclaimed books per week. And over time, I found myself feeling slightly morose, lacking the strong sense of hope I had carried in my heart and soul for years. Was life really so gray and hopeless?
I had not read a romance in many, many years. At that time, I don’t think I could have named one. But one day I was in an airport, traveling for work, and picked up a book that appealed to me just because of its cover. It was Breathing Room by Susan Elizabeth Phillips. I honestly didn’t realize it was a romance. I didn’t really pay attention. I just liked the cover and the blurb.
I started to read it on the plane, and in the taxi to my hotel, and then read while eating my room service meal. Wow, this was romance? It was smart and snappy and serious, too. I fell in love with the genre.
SEP must have had an uptick in sales that month as I devoured everything she had written to date (and still do!). Amazon suggested “similar authors” and I was off and reading everything romance, my usual one to two books a week. From mainstream romance to the paranormal, I read it all. And found that no matter how dark the story or how challenging the circumstances for the characters, the happy ending made me happy; gave me back my hopeful outlook.
Sometimes in the reality of our everyday lives, we have to replenish the inner well with goodness and hope. That is what Romance does for me. That is why I read it. That is why I write it.
Thank you, SEP.