July 30, 2012
I’m not trying to be funny–okay maybe just a bit–but my good gosh (modified that), I’ve been reading a lot of YA and New Adult romances lately and with some of them, I’m hard pressed not to want to down an entire bottle of sleeping pills and just end it all. Right, that’s a complete exaggeration, but you get my point, right. Except in Women’s Fiction or one of Oprah’s Book Club picks have I ever seen such heavy subject matters. I know for sure adult romances aren’t that heavy.
I read many different genres. I love mysteries because I’m a total sucker for a great whodunnit. When I do read a thriller (I’d rather go to the movies and watch them), I love the whole hand-t0-throat excitement on the chase and the suspense. But when I read romances I want a love story that can make me choke up with emotional, smile in pure happiness, clench my stomach in anticipation and fan myself with its sexual tension and love scenes. The minute I feel a wave of utter depression coming over me, you’ve completely lost me. Seriously, I’m so gone it’s not even funny. But that’s me, I read romances to escape. I’m sure heavy topics like rape, child molestation, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, physical abuse, murder and debilitating emotional issues don’t turn everyone off a romance. For me, I know if those issues are front and center, I’m out.
All of this YA reading and sampling had me asking this of my Facebook Friends: How much “real life experiences” do you want in your romance books? I’m personally wondering if many YA authors are writing more with the parents in mind than their children.