Ridiculous Romances.
This post, unlike what Hannah may think, is not about personal reality romances, it is about romantic novels. Fist off, you have to know I love to read. I'm not too particular about what I read, although I do have my favorites. I love Historical Fiction, Adventure, Murder Mysteries, Just plain Fiction, Fantasy, realistic fiction, and even some non-fiction. I also like romances, or at least I did. It all started when I got a book around christmas time (a romance novel, to be exact), and I read it, but afterwards felt so.... empty. But, I figured it was just that author or just that book, so I read another romantic novella. (Actually, quite a few more!) And with each one I felt more and more empty. I started to wonder why I felt this way. I decided that not only are romantic novels kinda gross, they're also quite boring (for the most part). You already know that 2 people like each other (sometimes 3, but it quickly narrows down to 2). And there are two options:
a.) they fall in love and all is "happily ever after" (which happens 99% of the time)
b.) they love each other but one dies, a tragic ending, etc. (which happens 1% of the time)
So basically, you already have your two options of how it will end before you even start it. The 200 pages in between the beginning and the end are filled with endless passionate kisses and other worthless happenings. Because believe me, publishers don't let authors write books where nothing turns out and all is sad and hopeless in the romance. Anyway, I've just decided that romances are a waste of time - I'd rather be reading a fascinating book on why elephants don't fly!