About a year ago Shape magazine randomly showed up in my mailbox. I hadn’t ordered it and according the the credit card people at my bank, I hadn’t been charged for it either. To make things even more interesting, it wasn’t my name on the address label-it was the Hub’s. You can be sure that many a joke was made regarding this oddity and even more so as each month some scantily clad female shows up in the box addressed to my main man. At no charge. To make things even more confusing, a few months ago I started receiving a subscription of my own- Cosmo. Again, no charge to my account has ever been made and I didn’t ask for the mag to make it’s way to my actual in-box. I’m just not a Cosmo girl. However, in the interest of posterity I grabbed a copy and made my way the deck chairs with some iced coffee this afternoon (heavy on the coffee-light on the ice).
The world has changed since I was 20 and grabbing a Cosmo or Glamour off the shelf as a guilty little pleasure. This is good to know. I’m switching gears a bit and am going to branch out a little in my writing. Hence the trip down current social trends lane. Since I’m not going to write my normal, I needed to step out of my normal. So here’s where I need your help-my reading friends. I grew up on the Bronte sisters, Nora Roberts and Debbie Macomber. Through in a little Kristin Hannah and then Diana Gabaldon and Susana Kearsley and I am a happy girl in a romance coma. These are the writers who shaped my reading habits. They are the pens that wrote the diary of my expectations for the romance novel. But looking through Shape and Cosmo-I’m realizing that maybe today’s reader isn’t after the classic romance and rendezvous bliss that was the cornerstone of love stories. All I see lining the glossy pages is how to use the correct emogi and how to answer a booty call text. And I want to say-what the hell, ladies? Where has your sense of romance gone? Let alone the ability to talk like a normal human and value yourself above a Tinder swipe to the right and late night horizontal tango?
I set out thinking that the romance novels I grew up on may be antiquated, and now I’m wondering if they’re just down right extinct. In an effort to do further research, I downloaded some books published by one of the houses I’m looking into. Life is hard when your “research” is reading books and magazines.
I can feel your sympathy regarding my grueling work.
But I digress. I really do need your help. What do you think-are our mother’s romance novels out of date? Do today’s chic lit rockstars have to step away from what we know and love as classic romance and embrace the swipe right emoji culture? You tell me-what do you want to read? A little Diana and Susana? Or the latest results in app fashion love?