I’m sure many of us have a book or an author we turn to whenever we’re in the mood for something light and fluffy.
A guilty pleasure.
One of my so-called guilty pleasures, if the above cover wasn’t obvious enough, is m/m author Amber Kell.
Rocket science, they ain’t. Stereotypical, they are. Satisfying, yep.
And there’s also no doubt in my mind there are probably people reading this post right now and thinking that I’ve gone completely mental.
But, at the end of the day, isn’t that all a reader really wants? To finish a book and think ‘not bad’ or ‘I liked that’ or ‘that was okay. now, I wonder what this one will be like?’.
Does a book always have to blow you away or leave you champing at the bit for more? Can’t you just want to be entertained for an hour or so?
I wonder sometimes if readers, myself included, have become lost in the quagmire which this blogging and reviewing community can be and have forgotten that we read for enjoyment.
That many of us started reading romance because it’s fun.
Who gives a flying fuck if it doesn’t always make sense! It’s happily-ever-after stuff, ferchrissake.
My challenge to all of you is to choose a book or an author you might ordinarily be embarrassed about admitting you love and celebrate them!
Guilty pleasure? Fuck that.
Stop feeling like there’s something wrong with the stories you like.
Besides… guilt-free sounds so much better anyway.