Thursday, February 11, 2010
Cliché Me, Baby!
You know those classic story lines:
The heroine comes back into the hero's life with her secret baby.
The poor hero has been given up for dead....but comes back the morning the heroine is about to marry another person.
The heroine has amnesia. Is the hero her true love, or a psychopath in disguise?
Oh, and my personal favorite--the sheik who is masquerading as a common working man, for whatever reason (tired of sand in his silk sheets? Fed up with spitting camels?) and falls in love with a small town girl. Sigh.
These so-called predictable story lines get a bad rap from people who criticize romance--not that they've actually read romance, they're too busy reading Oprah's latest pick and popping Prozac. But they know a cliche when they see the cover of one.
Well, I do too. And thank you, romance world, for making my life a little easier!
Valentine's Day is this weekend...I'm seeing another batch of paranormal, classic, vampire-loving, kilt-wearing, amnesiac billionaire romances in my near future. I love them, one and all.
I hope you all have time to curl up with a romance this weekend, too. I'm off to find another awesome trapped-in-a- snowstorm story... any suggestions?