Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Natural Born Charmer (copy)

“Love is in the air, everywhere I look around.(ah, uh, ah, ah) Love is in the air, every sight and every sound.(ah, uh, ah, ah) And I don't know if I'm being foolish, don't know if I'm being wise, but it's something that I must believe in and it's there when I look in your eyes.”

As the above melody lingers in your head, let me ask you, are you ready for Valentine’s Day? This year, it comes in the middle of the week, causing most people to put off the romantic dinner until the weekend. One also gets a little extra time to buy the chocolates and roses. Pshew.

The romance that occurs during Valentines can be yours anytime with a romance novel. The genre is one of the most popular, only taking second chair to mystery. Romance readers are devoted individuals who show their love by reading everything their authors write. They are so devoted; this article will woefully lack new information.

All romance novels share a basic storyline. Man and woman meet, something rips them apart such as an argument, relocation, or illness, then they are magically brought back together. Because the genre is age old, variation is a welcomed component. At a reader’s advisory meeting in Seattle last month, I found out vampire romances are going out of style, and the new trend is now werewolves.

If you are a devoted reader of this column, you may have noticed my lack of romance reviews. Well, it isn’t because I don’t like them. I will pick up a Susan Elizabeth Phillips in a heartbeat if I see one. This is why I avoid the paperback racks at Wal-Mart.

Good news for Phillips fans! Her new book, Natural Born Charmer, went on sale February sixth. Here’s some opening lines. “It wasn’t every day a guy saw a headless beaver marching down the side of a road, not even in Dean Robillard’s larger than life world. ‘Son of a ___’ Dean slammed on the brakes of his brand new Aston Martin Vanquish and pulled over in front of her.

The beaver marched right past, her big flat tail bouncing in the gravel, and her small, sharp nose stuck up in the air. Way up. The beaver looked highly pissed.”

As John Paul Young sang, “Love is in the air, love is in the air, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh.”

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like Valentine's Day. :)