The end of class 12 triggered a lot of things for me. It includes a
fascination for Mills and Boon. And the books are not just restricted to
Mills and Boon publishers. Rather, I've hardly read a few of them. My
attention was grabbed by a multitude of authors including Lisa Kleypas,
Julia Quinn, Judith Mcnaught and Sabrina Jeffries. My current speed of
going through these books must be a book everyday. The fact that I have
found all of them on the internet for free, has only acted as a positive
catalyst.
Opinionated, quirky, jovial, free spirited, smart women having hardly any idea about their alluring persona and charms fulfill my own wish to have those deep affections. i can just imagine those green meadows or the harsh sweltering climate as the backdrop for the arguments between the heroine and the hero. The way they meander through through their feelings, trying hard to explain the peculiar, rich sensations in their hearts, whenever they set their eyes on their future spouse, makes me all giggly. How utterly romantic and utterly naive of me to sigh on the same story told again and again in every novel. yet i rush to reach out to read more of them. Today i finally felt a little frustrated with myself for being completed besotted with these novels. I asked myself why i like them so much? what makes me want to read them again and again. It certainly isn't the quality of literature because i could see people ranging from high-school dropouts to Harvard graduates writing about the same thing- handsome man, innocent beautiful woman and romance. The fact that ladies of all backgrounds seemed to love such romances, puzzled me too. Why?
So i sat down on the computer. And don't think it was an easy job to do. While I was separating actual scientific articles from plain dumb ones, I also had to constantly fight the feeling about the weird way my family was looking at the number of tabs on the pc about love and romance. well i should've thought about that right when i started reading those instead of worrying my head silly with what everybody else thinks.
Anne Browning Walker wrote for Huffington post talking about why intelligent women like to read romances (it sure made me feel real smug to think that i fall into that category too). Today's romances talk about how the relationship helps in the personal growth in both the main characters. Men and women participate in their love with mutual consent. We intelligent females (i am again beaming at the adjective used) fulfill our dream stories through them.
So my fellow intelligent ladies (again the beautiful adjective), let those who make us feel embarrassed about reading romances, get lost. I refuse to feel wrong and frivolous because i am not. I will keep reminding myself that. I am intelligent. ( this word is going to be the blissful end of me)
Opinionated, quirky, jovial, free spirited, smart women having hardly any idea about their alluring persona and charms fulfill my own wish to have those deep affections. i can just imagine those green meadows or the harsh sweltering climate as the backdrop for the arguments between the heroine and the hero. The way they meander through through their feelings, trying hard to explain the peculiar, rich sensations in their hearts, whenever they set their eyes on their future spouse, makes me all giggly. How utterly romantic and utterly naive of me to sigh on the same story told again and again in every novel. yet i rush to reach out to read more of them. Today i finally felt a little frustrated with myself for being completed besotted with these novels. I asked myself why i like them so much? what makes me want to read them again and again. It certainly isn't the quality of literature because i could see people ranging from high-school dropouts to Harvard graduates writing about the same thing- handsome man, innocent beautiful woman and romance. The fact that ladies of all backgrounds seemed to love such romances, puzzled me too. Why?
So i sat down on the computer. And don't think it was an easy job to do. While I was separating actual scientific articles from plain dumb ones, I also had to constantly fight the feeling about the weird way my family was looking at the number of tabs on the pc about love and romance. well i should've thought about that right when i started reading those instead of worrying my head silly with what everybody else thinks.
Anne Browning Walker wrote for Huffington post talking about why intelligent women like to read romances (it sure made me feel real smug to think that i fall into that category too). Today's romances talk about how the relationship helps in the personal growth in both the main characters. Men and women participate in their love with mutual consent. We intelligent females (i am again beaming at the adjective used) fulfill our dream stories through them.
So my fellow intelligent ladies (again the beautiful adjective), let those who make us feel embarrassed about reading romances, get lost. I refuse to feel wrong and frivolous because i am not. I will keep reminding myself that. I am intelligent. ( this word is going to be the blissful end of me)
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