As an avid lover of genre fiction – especially science fiction and horror, but also YA (that’s young adult novels, to the extent that can be called a ‘genre’) – I set myself a self-improvement project of sorts last year. You see, I had never really read romance novels. I, like many others, had long written them off as so much trash, unworthy of my attention.
But when I started working in libraries, and really seeing the devotion many people have to the genre, I began to realize that I was almost certainly missing out on something. This was also when I had first started getting into YA, and I had really gotten into the romance elements of some of them (notably, Rainbow Rowell’s Eleanor & Park, and Kiera Cass’ Selection series).
I couldn’t help but admit what I had always sort of known; the general attitude toward romance novels, the one I had unthinkingly allowed myself to fall into, is really pretty misogynist. It is one of many examples of the ways in which media made by and for women is denigrated and seen as lesser than the real stuff.
And I decided to find out what I was missing, and if there was romance that I could love.
And so, I began reading about romance, learning its sub-genres, and trying to figure out where to even start. Because I’ve always had a soft spot for the likes of Jane Austen (though I must admit I’ve never had romantical feelings about her protagonists), and I had recently come off a major Downton Abbey spree at the time, Regency/historical romance seemed like the place to start. I’ll spare you the whole journey, but the short version is I have, in fact, wound up finding some really enjoyable reads! Continue reading