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-Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
I read a lot of different types of books. Plenty are thought provoking literature. Many are classics. But I have a confession to make. I am a hopeless romantic. Okay, that might not come as a surprise to those who know me, and I actually prefer the way Kathleen Turner phrases it in Romancing the Stone. She calls herself a "hopeful romantic." I love a good romance novel. The cheesier the better. In fact my favorites are the ones that actually make you laugh out loud at how over the top they are. The one I just finished was one of the Pink Carnation Series by Lauren Willig, and the hero was actually contemplating "how much agony there is in a fingernail." I prefer the Regency romances that don't have quite as many bodice ripping and throbbing manhood scenes. Just good old fashioned seething passion and pent up frustration. The Pink Carnation books are doubly fun because they're also spy novels. And that's what I read them for. Fun. I'll get back to broadening my horizons eventually, but for now bring on the duels at dawn and heart fluttering moonlight trysts. What's your literary guilty pleasure?
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