There are two types of romance in fiction that drive me crazy.
- The Nicholas Sparks Unhappy Ending
I’m not sure about you, but for me, I prefer the romance element of any book to end happily. They can be standing on a destroyed planet, with no water, no food, things are looking bad, but if they are TOGETHER then I’m happy.
See, I realize life is not always so happy. As a child of a divorced family, I definitely know that relationships do not always end happily. I get that, I do. But when reading, I want that warm fuzzy feeling.
- Forced Romance
I have issues with books where the romantic element doesn’t feel realistic. You know the ones? The romance is thrown in there because the majority of readers are women…blah, blah, blah…so let’s toss in a romantic tie (not related really to the story, mind you), because we women supposedly appreciate that sort of thing.
I am not one of those women.
If the story demands romance, then the romance really should be the central plot of the story or tied very closely to the central plot of the story. Am I alone here? Let's say the story is about aliens attacking from Mars, and the super star guy is supposed to kill them. Great, I can handle that. Now, try adding in his sweet next-door neighbor, who he’s always adored, and now that the world is ending they decide to get together.
Oh-K...What’s up with that?
Now tell me, what about the romantic element of fiction gets under your skin? I know we’re supposed to talk about the joys of love today, but I thought I would take a different approach. :)