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When Book Pushers Push You

Yes! My blog is back. *clings*

To celebrate, a post! In which I make you do my thinking for me!

Disclaimer:  this post has not been motivated by the Katiebabs And All of Romanceland v. KMont rumble over Outlander (although that won’t stop me from taking this opportunity to tell KMont that (a) she must read Outlander, and (b) this image of a burning marshmallow and her callous invitation to mentally replace it with a copy of the precious Gabaldon tome will have me sleepless all night).

Rather, the idea for this post came about because of two recent events:

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1. I had a post-work cocktail party Monday, and therefore cleaned the guest bathroom, where I came upon a copy of a book a fellow bus stop mom had lent me (see above). Months ago. I didn’t ask her for it. She showed up with it and told me I’d love it.

I haven’t read it, perhaps because there is just something about a “quirky twentysomething essayist” who is also a “well connected uber-publicist” that doesn’t attract me.

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2. I was watching the BBC North and South miniseries with Richard Armitage, and I mentioned the author, Elizabeth Gaskell, to my husband. “Have you ever heard of her”? I asked. “Yes”, he replied. “That book is downstairs. My mother left it for you a while ago.” O-kayyyy.

When I journeyed down to said bookcase, I saw a number of other books people had begged me to read over the years. Some were hits (Lying Awake by Mark Salzman, Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood) and some were not (Bel Canto by Ann Patchett, The Map of Love by Ahdaf Soueif).

We talk a lot about trying to get our friends and family to read romance. As I type this, my own mother is sweating her way through none other than Outlander.

But how do you deal with friends and family trying to get YOU to read THEIR books? Do you politely decline? How so? Do you take a book and sit on it for months, like me? Or do you feel obligated to give it a try for their sake or the sake of politeness? Maybe you’re just eager to give new books a try, even if they are not in the genres or the types you typically read?

Does the relationship of the book pusher to you matter? Is the strength of their desire to get you to read the book a factor?

And what the heck do I do about this Sloane Crosley book?

What (Not) To Do Wednesday: Black Dagger Edition

Was Wrath wrong? (say that three times fast!)

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Dark Lover is the second romance novel I read, after Lover Revealed. As you may recall, it stars Wrath, King of the Vampires, who, when we meet him, has been shirking his monarchial birthright in favor of satisfyingly gruesome fights with the anti-vamp Lessening Society.  Wrath is mated to Marissa, but has never consummated their union.  Fellow Black Dagger Brother Darius asks Wrath to see his half human daughter, 25 year old Beth, though her “transition” — a kind of vamp puberty — since halflings often don’t survive and Wrath’s blood is so ancient and strong. Wrath, who has never met a duty he didn’t want to shirk, declines.

We discover that Wrath has one of my most unfavorite motivations for his self-loathing: a childhood tragedy on which he blames his childhood self. Like so many of Ward’s heroes, he’s clinically depressed (feelings of worthlessness or excessive guilt, loss of interest in pleasurable activities, lack of appetite, agitation, irritability, etc.).

When Darius dies, Wrath decides he has to help Beth — who has no idea she’s not 100% human –  though her transition and visits her apartment.

And they have sex.

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For her part, if you can put aside the fact that Beth’s lust for Wrath coincides with her belief that he’s not only a killer, but in her apartment, at that moment, to to kill her (Ward throws psychological reality a bone by having Beth refer to this perfect storm of emotions as “extraordinary”), she’s pretty refreshingly unconflicted: she wants this hunk o’ man and wants him now.

But poor Wrath. He has a difficult time of it. At first, he thinks Beth is coming on to him because she’s been second hand smoked into submission: he’s been puffing on the BDB equivalent of weed –  until he remembers that “it’s a relaxant, not an aphrodisiac” (right … because roofies, the “date rape drug”, are benzodiazepines, and benzos are … erm … muscle relaxants.  Sorry. I’ll stop.)

Wrath “knew he should say no” because “this was unfair to her.” Why? Because “he was a selfish bastard to take what she was offering in the haze of smoke.”

Post coitus, Wrath adds a few more reasons: she’s Darius’s daughter, she had been the victim of a sexual assault the night before, and she was about to “have her whole world turned upside down” (the transition, not to mention the small matter of her father being a vampire — and recently bombed into smithereens)

I always felt like Wrath was too hard on himself here.  Or am I just giving him the alpha pass?

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What (Not) To Do Wednesday: Love, Actually

In which I trash a beloved scene in a beloved film.

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From day 1 of “Triple R”, as my spouse calls this blog, I have wanted to do a regular feature on moral reasoning in romance. Why? Because it’s how I read romance: for the moral muddles (okay, and for the man titty).

You might be wondering if we really need another column on moral dilemmas in Romancelandia.  Silly! Of course we do! Smart Bitches Trashy Books recently introduced a regular feature in which they offer advice, romance style, to readers, based on what they’ve learned from romance novels. And Karen Scott introduced Moral Dilemma Fridays, which has nothing to do with romance, but invites readers to ponder things like whether they should return a stolen wallet.

Mine is a bit different, since I’m talking about moral issues in fiction, not real life. Typically, I’ll write about books, but with the holidays just behind us, the film Love Actually got a lot of play, and I was reminded of my unpopular opinion about this popular film. (Future installments will be more open ended and less ranty, I promise!)

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