Okay is it just me or do a lot of today's romance novels seem to be missing that core ingredient, that irresistible factor that keeps us coming back for more, better known as ROMANCE?
I didn't fully realize this until I started reading some young adult stories, and really enjoyed how they focused on the growing feelings between these two young people. While there is a lot more angst and intensity to the feelings of a teenager, I still found the budding relationships to be mature, sometimes tender, occasionally painful, but also rather romantic. I felt really good after reading one of these stories.
Maybe it's just my inner sap trying to break out of its adult shell, but I really, really miss that. Nowadays I feel like many romances have to be laid back. The characters are way too cool to ever get all sweet and mushy. Now I'm not talking undying declarations of love here, or some grandious, corny gesture, but just something that goes beyond the physical. Something lasting.
One such book that I recently read that left me feeling a bit empty when I finished it is by an author I completely adore. The ending, the big pay-off, was so abrupt and quick I felt almost like a door had been slammed in my face. I admit I was disappointed. It was like being given one bite of chocolate and then told you can't have any more. It was sexy and hot and yeah I liked that, but the part where they finally confess their feelings was treated almost like an afterthought.
Don't get me wrong, I love all the erotic, kinky, explicit lovin' that we get from the multitude of today's romances. In fact, the hotter, the better. I like it, I love it, I want some more of it. But if that's all we're getting, after awhile it gets old. It's like the icing without the cake. I crave that emotional connection and acknowledgment like an addict craves drugs. I live for a bit of that ooey, gooey, cow-eyed feeling. I want it back.
Granted, part of my recent dissatisfaction might also be due in part to the whole Sandra Bullock/Jesse James nightmare that has recently come to light. Here was a lovely girl in love with a bad boy who loved her back, living the romance novel life. Only, they weren't. Turns out old Jesse is one big man pig who deserves to be shunned and disliked. Makes you wonder where we can turn for romance anymore.
Do you think today's romances are missing the romance?
Or are you happy with what you're reading and don't
want anything to change?