Reviewed by stacey_is_sassy on
My romance reading started with Sweet Dreams high school romances and then moved onto historical romances by the likes of Jude Deveraux and Julie Garwood. So, at sixteen my hero looked like a floppy-haired skinny kid (think Zac Efron in High School Musical) who rode horses while wearing breeches and a cravat (think Mr Darcy or Jonathan Rhys Meyers in The Tudor…depending what era I was reading). While I, the heroine, wore beautiful ballgowns in my evenings, and a pair of jeans and a t-shirt during the day. To this day I love historical and contemporary romances, and I can still picture myself in both worlds. Back then, I had a great imagination and no problem seeing a future with my swaggering, rugby-playing, horse-riding, and aristocratic husband.
The thing I find most humorous is that while those attributes appealed to me in my youth, I’ve realised that in some ways, my imaginings did produce the man of my dreams in my Hubby. No, he’s not a swaggering, rugby-playing, horse-riding, and aristocratic husband, but he is a thoughtful, sweet, strong and loving man. Those wishful imaginings of my youth were surface value only. With maturity, I realised that what was really important about those men in my stories was that they ended up being thoughtful, sweet, strong and loving. Well…maybe not the high school boys.
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- 8 May, 2020: Finished reading
- 8 May, 2020: Reviewed