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It will be the year of Charlotte Lucas status. Hollla.
And so I turn twenty-six today.
Hardcovers for aesthetics.
Paperbacks to read.
Ebooks to travel.
The holy trinity of book lovers.
There are books out there that have great female protagonists that have a plot that doesn’t revolve around romance. You can find them. They exist, I promise. I’m currently writing one, I’ll let you know when it hits the stands.
But don’t make fun of novels for having great female protagonists that have a plot line that DOES revolve around romance because they’re good books, too. I love reading novels that don’t have romance, but I also love a good Sarah Dessen novel now-and-again. Usually those books also have a great sub-plot that teaches you something about life. And sometimes they don’t. Sometimes I just want to read about the girl who gets the guy, because it’s happy, and it’s heartwarming.
Stop shaming novels. The author wrote them that way for a reason, and they obviously have an audience who enjoys them or they wouldn’t exist.
Stop shaming women’s novels that contain romance, in particular. It’s hard enough being a female writer and getting published, let us write about whatever we want to write about. If I want to write a novel about a girl learning a life lesson that has nothing to do with getting a boyfriend, then so be it. But if I want to a write an entire novel about a girl trying to get a boyfriend, then great for me, at least I’m writing something and expressing myself creatively.
The moral of the story is: Let books be what they are, everyone needs a different genre in which to escape reality for a little while.
There, at the door, stood a couple. A woman and a man, looking slightly harassed. I stared at them.
"We need a closure," said the woman as a greeting.
"Yes," the man agreed. "We need the rest of the chapter."