For as long as I can remember I’ve been an avid reader. My mother used to read to me every night before bed and that started a habit that has lasted till adult hood. I remember reading all the classics like Black Beauty, Snow White and the other fairy tales. As I got older my parents introduced me to children’s stories that would teach me more about my religion and culture and I thoroughly enjoyed those. I moved onto the Famous 5 and the Waterbabies. Then I became a torn, emo teenager and started reading Stephen King and Dean Koonz and any amount of horrors and thrillers. I read the classics like Pride & Prejudice and Shakespear in tertiary. Eventually I grew up and opened up my horizons a bit and I discovered fantasy and romance!
I’ve read every kind of genre there is and I must say, the vampires and werewolves do it for me. But more than anything else I love… Mills & Boons! Yes, you read right! Nothing keeps me entertained more than a juicy historical romance where the hero swoops in on his dark horse and saves the damsel in distress from a life of poor misery at the hands of the foreign barbarian. My toes curl when I read about the first kiss and picture every single moment as if I were in it.
What I want to know is why am I judged for loving romances? I’ve learnt about the scots and the early Americans and the Australian outback an the English ton and the Indian maharaj’s and so much more. What makes Stephen King better than Betty Neels? And yes, I’ve heard all about how these type of books stereotype females and are sexist and blah blah blah. In reality I am a strong, independent woman who has a full time job, is married and happy. So what? Does that mean I can’t enjoy a good ol fashioned love story?
The whole point of reading is escapism! I live in reality, why would I want read about it too! One genre I can’t stand is the murder mysteries and self-help books. I see enough of it on TV and in the news, unless there’s a vampire involved I don’t want to read it. But people automatically judge me for this. Like I’m some sort of giggly, brain less girl who has the IQ of a chimp. Hellloooo! I’m a female, with rearing emotions and I enjoy a happy ending. I want to know that the lucky lady will ride off into the sunset with Duke and live a happy life in a castle with bustling children and 5 dogs. Why wouldn’t I?
I have to think, and hard, the entire day. I’ve got to concentrate and remain calm and serene and happy and pleasant and unemotional all the time, in front of people. The only time I can truly feel what I want to feel is when I’m reading. I can immerse myself in the characters and love and laugh and cry and get angry with them. This is my release and I enjoy it. Yes, I read 50 Shades of Grey and Twilight and I love it! I read erotic novels too, and my husband loves that! Who hasn’t fantasised about being romanced under a full moon and being ravaged in the rain? Don’t judge me for being a romantic, you are too, you’re just too jaded to admit it.