I, for one, have high hopes for 2016. I went on a romance reading fast for most of 2015; for the first time in my adult life, I went months without reading a single romance of any kind.
So what happened? Nothing, really, except that one after the other, I picked up a whole mess of romances of every genre, length and publication date that just didn’t do it for me. Eventually, I just decided to read in other genres until the mood passed.
In hindsight, I think this fast served as the romance reading equivalent of a palate cleanser; now that I am easing back in to reading romance, I find myself even more discerning about what I read, and in turn, more analytical. Good news if you are the person who likes to write (or read) about romance!
Even better news? As I rejected romances one after the other, I began to notice a pattern emerging of a handful of problems that would make me refuse to finish a book. If that’s not fodder for the mill, er blog, I don’t know what is.
This post does, then, serve as fair warning. Because I
am a narcissistic twat love you and want you to be happy, I’m going to share my revelations with you in occasional “Why I Didn’t Finish the Book” posts. And I hope a few bravest of the brave will chime in with your own stories.
As I have begun to read romance in earnest again, I will also be sharing some reviews. Buckle up, darlings — this is going to be a long, bumpy ride!