This past weekend I headed off for a relaxing weekend in Steamboat Springs (pictures to come on Wednesday) and packed a couple novels to read.
Last week I picked up Suddenly You an historical romance by Lisa Kleypas. I was enjoying it so much that as we headed out of town, I made a quick stop at the library and picked up Then Came You, another of her novels to take with me since I was already half-way through Suddenly You.
And I finished both of them over the course of the weekend. And then I went back to the library this morning and checked five more historical romance novels.
I'm not sure what's going on:
1) I haven't read an historical romance since the mid-1990s when I went through my Amanda Quick phase.
2) When's the last time I devoured two books in a weekend? Last month I had a difficult time finishing any book!
3) And why pick up five more to read? Am I studying the genre? Or am I just in need of a story with a happy ending?
4) Here's the weirdly serendipitous moment, as I was in the midst of writing this post my brother John called and said that he'd just been thinking.... that I should write a romance novel, which he said, would combine my travel experience with my love of writing.
As you know, I love to over-analyse the reading experience and why we choose the books we do. Who knows, maybe this is just a passing phase, or maybe it's just the advent of autumn, which always gets my blood flowing. We'll see.