Hey everyone!
So, yeah, this is kind of an interesting way of how I ended up reading romance. When I was a kid, my sister and I went for piano lessons on a horse farm. While I was waiting for my sister, I would often be bored and started reading the books on the shelf. They were Christian romance by Janette Oak. Once I realized that I liked these stories, I ransacked my local public library that I could get to easily for Janette Oak. I ran out rather quickly. When I got to high school, I discovered fantasy and took my escapism in that form. It wasn't until university at Wilfrid Laurier University that I rediscovered romance. My "rediscovery" wasn't until university that I found a fellow romance afficiando (Leah, you had better be reading this!). There was this great second-hand book store in a plaza close to the University. Although I liked a number of books by Sandra Brown, the only one I owned was this one:
Actually, that's not true. There was another one I owned by her, but I don't remember which one it was because I reread Hidden Fires so many times. This was my first experience with historical romance novels. I loved this book! It was amazing. Now I can't find it in any of my boxes and it makes me sad because it saw me through so many tough times. I don't really like any of her newer works. This book was my favourite.
I ended up giving up all pleasure books while I was at school. Then, once I was done and ended up working at a library, I rediscovered romance novels and I'VE NEVER LOOKED BACK. Don't get me wrong, I love fantasy. However, while I love fantasy books that are thousands of pages long, I can achieve the same level of escapism and have waaaaay more romance novels that can scratch the same itch while waiting for the next fantasy novel.
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