This morning before breakfast I spent about an hour and a half writing a lengthy, thoughtful post to weigh in on the latest round of romance bashing sparked by a recent article in the
New Republic. I reviewed some of the responses--in the
Washington Post,
Kirkus Reviews, and
Eloisa James' interview on vulture.com--but when all was said and done I decided not to let anyone read it. Once I got my annoyance at the
New Republic piece off my chest, I realized I had said everything I wanted to say on the subject in my
last post.
I am weary of the argument, and extremely tired of listening to people who haven't even bothered to read the books they denigrate. And so I will bow out of the discussion, close my browser windows, kick back on the patio in the sun, and bury my nose in a book.
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A romance book, I hope, Marin!
ReplyDeleteActually, it was a book about Mrs. Chadwick. :) I don't like to read romance while I'm in the middle of writing one.
ReplyDeleteSounds like an excellent plan.
ReplyDeleteHope you feel better now that you've got that off your chest.
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