“Romance is not about wilting heroines who can’t think for themselves and who need big, strong men to help them cut their meat.”
Well said Ms. Leo!
The other day, an author pal of mine shared a comment that she’d received on a review about her romance book being a “bodice ripper.”
Seriously, folks. It’s 2016.
I’m done with these comments. Honestly, can’t people think of another way to describe romance novels?
First of all, I have read this friend’s work and although she writes historical romance, in no way, shape or form could her books be considered the same as the traditional interpretation of a bodice ripper.
What exactly is a bodice ripper? It’s an old-fashioned, pejorative term for romance. Early plots often featured heroines who were “gently coerced” into sex. In other words, the sex becomes consensual after a time, the heroine falls for her swashbuckling hero who looks like Fabio, and they go off and make lots of babies.
Honestly, very few people write this stuff any more and most of us modern romance…
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