I’ll admit it. I read a lot of what is often called “trash” — romance novels, paranormal romance, cozy mysteries and chick lit. You know, the basic escapism fare. My life is real enough; I don’t want to read about someone else’s drama.
For my escapism tastes, I blame Jane Austen, Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy. I also blame my paternal grandmother and my favorite bands, including but not limited to: Kings of Leon, matchbox 20, Maroon 5 … Hey, gotta blame someone, right?
I fell in love with Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy at a young age; ergo I love reading romance novels. Because I must like the characters if I’m going to bother reading, I am likely to read a series if the author has written a series. I don’t heart permanent goodbyes, even if the people are fictional. If Pride and Prejudice had been a series of books, I would have read them all.
Today my mom was telling me about a scene from her childhood. She was about four years old. It was the early 30s and her dad hunted to help feed his family. He kept a kennel of hunting dogs. This was serious business and the dogs were vicious, feral hunters — not pets. The kids were told to stay away from those dogs. Her father was always afraid the dogs would rip the kids apart if they got hold of one.
Mom was never one for minding. One day she decided to hold a tea party. Since she didn’t have dolls or any of her friends close by, she had to be a little more inventive about guests. The dogs were in the kennel and no one else was around so the dogs became the lucky attendees.
Mom dressed the dogs in dresses and hats, set places at her table and they all had tea.
Her father cam home and saw the dogs were out of the kennel. He panicked. With visions of the dogs roaming the area, attacking area animals and children, he went running around to the side of the house to start his search. There he saw the dogs at the table with my mom.
Her dad almost had a heart attack.
When he tried to go to her, the dogs turned, growled at him and went back to their tea.
As my mom was saying this, the Black Dagger Brotherhood popped into my mind. Zsadist’s daughter, Nalla, would probably want to play tea at some point. Like most little girls, she wold probably get daddy to come to her tea. So there’s the image: the Brotherhood — the king, John Matthew and Blay included — sitting around a tiny table, drinking juice from tiny cups as Nalla held court. I can even see Rhage donning a picture hat.
I blame J. R. Ward for this warped image. Thanks, lady!
Trash, trashy, trash-ish. Fun, shallow romance, erotic fiction or light “book nosh” is how I classify what I’m reading. On One Condition, Someone to Love, Playing for Keeps, For Sale: Old Manor House (free ghost included), Raiders of the Lost Corset — I am totally unashamed that this is what I’ve chosen right now. A well-written paranormal, erotic romance would be my ideal. These books are all place holders. I’ve been reading some Jessica Bird (aka J.R. Ward) romance novels, too. A couple of my choice nibbles are very hot, fun Harlequin-esque; others are light “theme-based” mysteries, but all are still none-the-less fluff.
Once Burned by Jeaniene Frost is out at the end of this month; the new Alex Craft by Kalayna Price comes out in July. Sherrilyn Kenyon’s new Dark Hunter is due out in August as is a a murder mystery from Kate Carlisle. J.R. Ward’s new Fallen Angels installment, Rapture, is out in September and Darynda Jones’s Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet is due the end of October. Jeaniene Frost new Nocturna book is set for publication in November.
I am holding off pre-ordering 2 Darynda Jones YA books until I can pre-order for Kindle. The same with Matthew Swayne’s book America’s Haunted Universities: Ghosts that Roam Hallowed Halls.
Until those are released, romance books are my snacks. Or until something else grabs my attention — Hunger Games, Outlander, Elenore Roosevelt or Edith Wharton … maybe Poe!