In high school I had an English teacher who I enjoyed chatting with. She loved romance novels (of the Harlequin variety), and I would tease her about how I thought they were crap. She issued me a challenge: over the summer, read a few, come back in the fall, and let her know what I thought. My mother liked dealing with consignment shops, and once received a small box of those kinds of romance books. I asked her if I could borrow it before she brought it to the store. I read the first one: not bad. Boy meets girl, they can’t stand each other, circumstances throw them together & they fall in love. I read the 2nd one…different names, locations & specific circumstances…but basically the same thing. 3rd…4th…read about 1/2-dozen…all the same thing. In the fall I approached the teacher, handed her my list of titles (my idea; she didn’t ask me to) and told her that they were STILL crap!
In high school I had an English teacher who I enjoyed chatting with. She loved romance novels (of the Harlequin variety), and I would tease her about how I thought they were crap. She issued me a challenge: over the summer, read a few, come back in the fall, and let her know what I thought. My mother liked dealing with consignment shops, and once received a small box of those kinds of romance books. I asked her if I could borrow it before she brought it to the store. I read the first one: not bad. Boy meets girl, they can’t stand each other, circumstances throw them together & they fall in love. I read the 2nd one…different names, locations & specific circumstances…but basically the same thing. 3rd…4th…read about 1/2-dozen…all the same thing. In the fall I approached the teacher, handed her my list of titles (my idea; she didn’t ask me to) and told her that they were STILL crap!