As illustrated above, I love those dramatic books where the dick hero crawls across broken glass to make up for his multitude of mistakes. I like the swooping emotions that come with hating the hero and then loving him. I enjoy my righteous indignation on the part of the heroine. “Maybe she shouldn’t forgive him!” It’s just so delicious to even comprehend.
But those books are fantasy. As enjoyable as the action flicks I adore where everything blows up – and just about as realistic.
There is something special, and rather magnificent, about an author that can do something without the tricks and smoke-and-mirrors of unrealistic, high-drama romance. I won’t call this book “authentic” bc pretty much all stories have to have some flair injected to keep a reader’s interest. No one wants to hear about the 890 texts my husband I exchanged in the beginning of our relationship. It’s mundane.
However, this is one of the most tangible portrayals of two smart, successful, and slightly-damaged people falling in love. You know when you read those sassy, snappy, successful gal-about-town falls for the businessman with a huge penis and a giant bank account but a million relationship hang-ups? And you think “this is entertaining, but this doesn’t really happen.” These people who are perfect except one-magnified-for-the-story-hang-up aren’t substantial.
Kit and Ben were concrete. This was Cerebral Porn at it’s finest. A smart, strong heroine – not in the cheesy that authors generally think are “strong women” because they bitch and bicker with the hero or have a super power or some one dimensional simplification of feminine strength.
Kit took care of herself. She got counseling. She voiced when men were pushing their agenda under a cloak of “looking out for her well-being.” She was strong in that she put herself first and, when she needed to, she made the grand gesture. From the first page to the last Kit and her dynamic with those in her orbit was refreshing.
I don’t think I’m right or wrong in liking either of these kind of books. Or in liking any kind of books. Someone asked me what I read this week, and then instantly dismissed my answer when I said “romance.” But when I look back on what I’ve read over the last month I’m proud. Proud of our community and our diversity. Proud to be a romance reader.