On this Valentine’s day, here’s a tribute to the ever controversial genre: romance. Some like it hot, some like it cold, some like it in the….well, some think it’s not even a genre worth including in a literary discussion.
This article in USA Today gives romance a boost: Readers’ Hearts Remain True to Romance Novels.
Personally, I think romance novels are neither good nor bad; instead, they are either appropriate for the needs/wants of the reader or not. Like any other entertainment, it’s situational. More often than not I prefer books like Moonwalking with Einstein or practically anything with “Stephen King” on the cover, but on the occasion when I need a gooey or soft or feel-good happy-ending story, I don’t mind picking up a romance.
(No, I don’t feel like it’s a waste of time afterward either. Instead I just enjoy the warm fuzzies in my chest for a bit, and then move on to the next item in the TBR pile.)