Archive for February 2009
Via Jez (I’ve misplaced the link itself), The Independent reported recently on the boom in romance fiction and the ever-widening scope of what “romance fiction” entails. It’s a pretty lengthy piece, touching on a lot of aspects of the industry today.
I found it especially interesting that, during WWII, one major British romance publisher escaped paper rationing in order to “maintain the morale of women who were working for the war effort.” The son of the company’s co-founder called the company “better than valium.”
And I believe it. Unlike romance novels, no one’s selling valium out of a milk crate for $.50 a hit on East 4th.
I think we have an instant classic here, gang. A spoiled heiress time travels back to the Old West and meets a handsome, be-mulleted hero.
Line, Publication Date: Harper Historical Romance, 1995
Cover Steaminess: 6. See the cover for yourself. It’s a classic clutch with a woman dressed in shockingly little given the bulk of this book takes place in 1885.
Back of Book Description: Here’s the book description.
Flowery Language Quotient: Medium-high. A couple of ham-fisted metaphors and off-color jokes, but otherwise not too bad.
We open in Carmel, CA, in 1995. Tess, a computer chip heiress, has a nasty cold. She fantasizes about sitting on the beach, sipping Perrier and reading Danielle Steel, then she mistreats her maid for a bit, then a mysterious lady shows up.
Tess acts insufferably rude, like a sad, spoiled child. I’ll save us some time and tell you that the lady is magic, and she talks about “inserting” Tess back where she belongs. Tess, apparently, belongs in Kansas. The lady tricks Tess into saying, “Spiritual Guide, I would like to have a look at my true fate.” Tess blinks, and suddenly, she’s outside and there are horses and dust and she is very confused.
Welcome back to the world of recaps! I’m sure no one’s interested in my laundry list of bad excuses for not having posted in years and years, so I’ll skip right over that. I know I said that I’d only read up to the fourth installment of our favorite nipplicious series, but I soon realized after I began reading this one that I had in fact already read it. Huzzah!
Without further ado, mes petits, I give you… Bloody Bones, by Laurell K. Hamilton, part un.
Stephen Colbert and Steve Martin read a sex scene from a Danielle Steel novel, and it is brilliant. Starts around the 4:00 mark.
(The video won’t embed correctly for some reason. Here’s the link.)
So there’s some buzz in the romance blogosphere about this Super Bowl ad:
Oh, silly women, with their self esteem issues and their romance novels! This whole ad campaign is generally unfunny and nonsensical, so I almost don’t even feel the need to defend my irrational love of the romance novels.
Kinda related: fictional men worth loving. The obvious ones (Darcy, Rochester, et al) make the list. Who is on yours?
In honor of its 60th anniversary, Harlequin has 16 free ebooks available for download. Since all romance novels, good bad and otherwise, get me a little giddy, I just downloaded a bunch of them. It’s hard to say no to free books.