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Okay, so I wrote about Jennifer Armintrout’s HILARIOUS (well formerly hilarious, as she keeps finding the parallels between Christian Gray and general abusive, controlling men the book makes me sadder) blog recaps of Fifty Shades of Grey. And the book is so prevalent, it’s popping up everywhere. EVERY other woman tells me she’s reading it or plans to read it and these are people who have told me “I don’t read romance novels.” ANd I clue them in to the Twilight link and they are like “oh.”
I was searching for other erotic romance to suggest to these people, because erotic romance has been around for ages and tons of it is better than FSoG. But I didn’t want to give them suggestions where there were there are threesomes or werewolves, because the people that are reading it are not those type of people. And I couldn’t think of anything off the top of my head because when I’m writing fiction I stick to reading non-fiction.
I stumbled upon the RT book review forums and found this quote:
I’ve become a very picky reader and I’m always looking for romances that interest me unfortunately I don’t see many romances featuring wealthy über alpha edgy imperfect heroes and average inexperienced shy heroines these days.
Which reminded me of when Sarah Wendall was on Read it or Weep, talking about old school romances and Twilight. She says that the hero was über alpha (and rich powerfyl men) and the heroine was a twenty year old virgin. And he takes over her life, completely absorbs her.
This is Fifty Shades of Grey. It is a 1970’s romance novel!! Christian is the alpha male who controls every aspect of Ana, his woman. And she has her sexual awakening through him, because before him she’s never had a sexual feeling in her life, which was an aspect of the older romances, because women were not seen as sexual beings and the readers didn’t like a woman in charge of her own sexuality.
Here is Sarah Wendall (of Smart Bitches, Trashy Novels) on Read it or Weep:
Characters names have changed. What women want in a romance novel has not. Only now, it’s becoming cool to admit that you are reading romance in public. On Facebook. Everywhere.
And I’m glad that erotic romance is getting good publicity. I just … wish it were with my books.LOL Just kidding.
The best thing was this quote, which actually started my whole thinking about the damned book.
A third [reviewer]: “I bought the book after so many people at work were raving about it. I certainly know more about my co-workers now.”
Oh, yes, this has brought us all closer together. Thank you Fifty Shades of Gray.
I have loved love every since I can recall. As a child, pre-teen and teenager I was obsessed with wondering what falling in love felt like. How would I know if I fell in love, dying to fall in love. There were seven girls in my class so we labelled ourselves with the seven deadly sins, and I got lust, even though I never dated in high school and remained a virgin far later than everyone else.
During school we would come across the question on occasion “What do you think about when you fall asleep?” and I would make something up about planning my next day.
Truthfully, I made up romance stories. I was always the heroine and I was always victimized, really badly beat up by whomever was my nemesis that week. And then when I returned to school, my crush du jour would be there, helping me out and generally being nice to me.
Then New Kids on the Block came out and I was _in love_ with Jordan Knight.
So that was my new romance. I would get to tour with them and eventually he’d propose.
I was too young for anything physical beyond kissing. But we always eventually had children.
Then the NKOTB went away and there are some blurry years of who I was interested in. Older boys at school, some younger boys (my younger brother played hockey and there were 3 brothers, one was my brother’s age, one mine and one much older and I had a crush on all three at various points).
So yes, love has always been my first love. Hockey is a close second. I think I wrote sometime ago about having a crush for several years on a hockey player named Corey, which is why I named Corey Porter such. Porter was not his last name. I did use his last name elsewhere. He doesn’t play hockey anymore. I think he still lives where I live, so I fear running into him someday. LOL.
I wrote once, many years ago, and I loved the quote so much I remembered it “I never wanted an extraordinary life, I only wanted extraordinary loves.”
I didn’t date during high school. I grew up in a town of about 400 people, there were sixteen in my graduating class. It’s hard to date in those circumstances, but harder when you are extremely shy and extremely odd. I moved away for a while, and then back, which is when I met my husband. I was working at the grocery store (because that was the only job available) and he came in and I thought “He’s handsome. Hey, he doesn’t know me, I wonder if …” a month or two later, I went to work where he worked, the pig barn.
That’s about as romantic as it sounds. I’ll go into those gory details another time. But we eventually had some time alone one day (you don’t want to know why it was really gross) but he sort of invited me over for a movie and then to sleep there. And, well, being that I had never dated and still being somewhat shy, I didn’t learn about NO very well, so we didn’t know each other very well (or long) before I got pregnant. Which could have been TERRIBLE, but I got very lucky and picked the right man and we’ve been together ten years now and we finally got married almost three years ago. And now we have a very wonderful nine year old daughter and a somewhat destructive two year old, who will get passed his willful stage and become wonderful again.
I still love to daydream about romance, so I’ve tried to turn that into a career, because the fantasy men characters will not leave me alone. So I go and pair them off with their perfect woman, so they will leave me alone and I can have some alone time with the man I choose to stay with and who stays with me.
I bring out a book to the living room, sit down on the sofa. This is all normal. My husband is playing a video game, children are climbing the walls.
Now some of you may consider what I did next sacrilege.
I started ripping apart a novel and folding the pages. Don’t get all crazy on me. It was an average Harlequin, a dollar for half a dozen at my local thrift store.(I know I overpaid)
My husband pauses his game, watches me for a minute, goes back to his game.
I said to him “Do you just ignore me when I do crazy things?”
“Like ripping pages out of a novel and folding them into half inch wide strips.”
He didn`t reply. Is that a bad thing?
, but I lost interest half way through the book tear out stage.