Isn't it Romantic?
Beach houses in the Outer Banks apparently always have a romance novel in them.
Just about every rental place we’ve been in has had a smattering of paperbacks for the tenants to enjoy, and tucked in there somewhere is a decades-old bodice-ripper, often - but not always - written by Danielle Steele. I picked up a non-Danielle Steele tome (there was an actual Steele title, but it didn’t even vaguely appeal to me), whose name I have already forgotten, and skimmed it just for giggles. It was the story of a Southern belle whose daughter is taken captive by Seminole braves (but not for bad reasons! They just wanted to learn the ways of the white man! Lololol). When she goes into the wilderness to look for her, her husband is murdered by his brother, who hopes to take the heroine and his brother’s plantation for his own. Meanwhile, the heroine is rescued by the handsome Seminole chief, who is totes in luv with her at first sight, and she is reunited with her daughter and they hang out in the village for a while and she totally succumbs to the chief’s charms in the most soft-core way possible.
It was, possibly, one of the dumbest things I’d ever read on a page.
I don’t usually expect high levels of tale-weaving from what is basically literary porn, but I suppose I expect the tradeoff to yield more hot sexy passages. This was just a lame story layered with pretty mild sexiness. I can’t tell if it’s the age of the book, or my own Internet-age cynicism, or just my own pervy tastes that make it less palatable.
Either way, romance novels be lame!
Just about every rental place we’ve been in has had a smattering of paperbacks for the tenants to enjoy, and tucked in there somewhere is a decades-old bodice-ripper, often - but not always - written by Danielle Steele. I picked up a non-Danielle Steele tome (there was an actual Steele title, but it didn’t even vaguely appeal to me), whose name I have already forgotten, and skimmed it just for giggles. It was the story of a Southern belle whose daughter is taken captive by Seminole braves (but not for bad reasons! They just wanted to learn the ways of the white man! Lololol). When she goes into the wilderness to look for her, her husband is murdered by his brother, who hopes to take the heroine and his brother’s plantation for his own. Meanwhile, the heroine is rescued by the handsome Seminole chief, who is totes in luv with her at first sight, and she is reunited with her daughter and they hang out in the village for a while and she totally succumbs to the chief’s charms in the most soft-core way possible.
It was, possibly, one of the dumbest things I’d ever read on a page.
I don’t usually expect high levels of tale-weaving from what is basically literary porn, but I suppose I expect the tradeoff to yield more hot sexy passages. This was just a lame story layered with pretty mild sexiness. I can’t tell if it’s the age of the book, or my own Internet-age cynicism, or just my own pervy tastes that make it less palatable.
Either way, romance novels be lame!