Romance in books seems to be one of the most contentious
topic debates in the blogging world. Considering the love-it-or-hate-it debates
around Fifty Shades of Grey and Twilight, the topic of romance has
become more polarizing than ever.
I, personally, am no particular fan of romance. After
spending about three straight years devouring almost everything V. C. Andrews
ever wrote, I—understandably, I think—got a little sick of romance. Though I
more or less stopped reading V. C. Andrews a decade ago, my general impatience
with romance hasn’t abated much. In so many cases, romances in books follow the
same insipid pattern: instalove, misunderstandings (however many they need to
keep the book going), then happy ending (probably). So predictable, so blah. So not my thing.
Because of this, I tend to avoid anything that openly
advertises romance in the blurb or in the title (or—puke—on the cover). There
are plenty of other genres to keep me interested; I haven’t really felt the lack
of romance in my life. I will admit—I think this miiiiight have something to do
with the fact that I’ve been in a serious relationship for seven years, and
it’s pretty easy to see how unrealistic most fictional relationships are. This
might not be the case for all
fictional relationships, but it’s the case for a lot of them, in my opinion.
I did, however, just recently pick up (and enjoy!) two
different books that advertised romance. And frankly, I was surprised to find
that I didn’t hate them. I mean, yeah, the romances were terribly unrealistic in a lot of ways and
frankly like “…how? Why?” but since I knew
it was coming, I didn’t mind it so much. And I think I hit on what I
dislike about books with romance: when the romance is unexpected.
If I’m reading a thriller or a horror story or something,
the last thing I want is a romance getting in the way of things. Like, I get
that it makes the stakes higher because now the guy HAS TO SAVE THE GIRL THAT
HE JUST MAGICALLY FELL IN LOVE WITH TWO DAYS AGO, but…it would be nice if, for
once, someone wants to solve a crime or whatever for the sake of…justice? Doing
the right thing? I don’t know. There are so many situations where the romance
is superfluous or frankly just annoying.
But knowing one was coming, and knowing I had willingly picked up the books knowing
this, helped me let it slide a little bit more, and I even let myself enjoy it.
It’s still not really my thing anymore, but at least now I know that I won’t
hate everything that hints at
romance. The key for me, too, was that the romance in each of these books,
though certainly part of and important to the plot, was still secondary to the
main storyline.
So believe it or not, after a decade or more of avoiding
romance and being annoyed anytime it popped up somewhere I didn’t expect, it
seems my horizons have re-expanded to tentatively include romance again, or to
at least not exclude it completely.
Are there topics like this that you tend to avoid, but don’t
mind occasionally—as long as you’re aware of them?