It’s been a good while since I’ve had a good and proper “But, I Digress…” rant, so I thought I would get back to it!
I’ve been reading a lot of romance novels lately… Must be the season. But, reading so many in a row has me a little disheartened. Why is it that it’s always the perfect specimens that seem to find love??
Now, I know that you have your unique books where that may not exactly be the case (I.e. Bridget Jones), but it definitely seems to be the VAST majority!
Do people get some sort of weird thrill reading about people with perfect bodies having sex?
“His taut body”
“Her lithe one”
“He removed his shirt revealing his hard abs, and she couldn’t stop herself from running her fingers down them.”
“He trailed his lips along her perfect, smooth skin.”
I mean, where is the realism?? Don’t normal Joe and Jill Blo’s fall in love and have sex? (ok. Maybe not in that order… 😉)
Where are the sentences like,
“Her hand caressed the hair on his chest, descending to the curve of his beer belly before continuing their travels…”
“He ran his hands down the cellulite on her thighs”
Now, THAT seems more realistic to me!!
I’ve also noticed that everyone in these books seem to have FABULOUS jobs! They all work in some high powered position, or they don’t seem to work at all and just have money, magically. Doesn’t your low payed Starbucks barista, or grocery clerk get to find love, as well?? Honestly, I’m not reading these books thinking “awwwww…. That actor and high powered ad exec make heaps of money, but they don’t have love!! I’m SO SAD for them!!”