Short heart-wrenching true love story…
Once upon a time, my best friend and I were at a subway terminal and we saw a young couple clutching each other, sobbing uncontrollably. Her face was in his chest, soaking his jacket, while he held her tight and sobbed in her hair. Kisses and tears mingled together in an emotional devastation, neither wanting to let go. It was utter desperation. Absolute heartbreak.
But the time had come, and she finally had to let him go. She boarded her train, while he stood there watching what seemed like his whole life, leaving him. Staring after her, until the very last moment. She was gone. And now he was alone.
Tee hee!! I can relate to this confession!!!
The only romances I really remember are Bertrice Small’s book series on Skye O’Malley.
Anyone else remember these or any other old classics in the genre? I suspect my taste has somewhat evolved since I adored these ‘bodice rippers’…
Yep… Well. Let me clarify. I actually didn’t read romance stories when I was young, but I DID do exactly as Hanne used to. I’d sneak all my mom’s horror & thriller books. One that stands out for me, in particular was Coma!!! GASP!!
Oh YES YES YES!!! MichelleS brought this up today, and of COURSE, the majority of time, if I’m “feeling” the heroine, I almost feel like I BECOME the heroine. It’s me. But then, I thought again… and I realize… not quite. 😉
MichelleS: It’s WEDNESDAY! Can we play WCW? (Woman crush Wednesday). You’ve mentioned your go-to hotties for male roles.
Do you cast yourself as female heroine? If I need a short, smart, sassy Brunette my go-to girl is Anna Kendrick. Love her sassy little self. I guess I could use Maryse too! She’s like a Anna Kendrick too! Ha! Amy can be in all my emotional YAs. But I’m probably picturing her all wrong.
Tee hee!!!! We joke around here about setting up our blankie forts, and reading together in ’em. Sometimes we need to hideaway from the world and snuggle up in them with a good book (even if it’s just in our imaginations), and the “blankie-forts” are a big part of our crew here.
But when Leslie asked to move in, I made her promise that we could read in a blankie fort. Then she made a confession, so I had one to make, too. 😉
Leslie: Maryse, I want 80s all year round! And palm trees. If it weren’t for stupid hurricanes, Florida would be pretty perfect. Want a roommate?
It’s true. There was a time where I devoured every single sex scene with abandon. My jaw dropping, eyes bugging out and my mind thinking…. OOOOOH YEAH!!! WHAT. IS. THIS???
After all, year after year of horror reading and autobiographies, romance opened up a whole new world to me. 😉 And then of course… the world of erotica. Good times. Oh yes.
But as in most that read every day, and have read that way for years… we become… somewhat immune (or book-sex jaded?) Oh sure. We’re still affected, but it’s gotta be GOOOOOOOOOOOD. And for me, it appears gooooooooood = super-slow burn, and completely unexpected lead up until… OMG. IT’S HAPPENING and it seems so real. Mind, heart and *ahem* … parts. 😉 The super-intimate seems to really get me.