Books Is Fun


I have always loved to read. For me, getting a book list every year for English class was like getting a custom designed Christmas list, and being grounded and sent away from the television didn’t bother me–even a little bit.

I started reading and writing pretty early. My first books were those Little Golden Books. Then, I moved onto a collection of Disney books and Holly Hobby. When I was about 8, I started reading my mom’s old books—the one I most remember was Matthew Looney’s Voyage to the Earth.

Of course, I bought Choose Your Own Adventure books, loved Encyclopedia Brown, Nancy Drew, Anne of Green Gables, The Hobbit…so many books, I sadly can’t even remember the titles of.

I was one of those kids who was always reading. During meals, before meals, after meals, during recess, after school, always with the books. As a teen and young adult I moved on to Stephen King, Jane Austen, Tolstoy, Dickens, James, etc. In my early twenties I was lucky enough to meet Charles Dickens’ great, great, great (I’m not sure how many greats…) grandson. He did a reading of A Christmas Carol right before Christmas. It happened right as I went through my big Dickens phase, so it was really moving.

By my mid-twenties, my time spent reading changed. Trying to manage a household, be a good wife, and climb the corporate ladder left me with time to read only business books—let’s just say that I consider these the lost years because…they sucked ass. Business books are boring.

Once I hit my early thirties I realized that I had squeezed fun reading almost entirely out of my life and I decided to smush it back in. I found that my energy level and schedule necessitated quick, easy reads—like snack food—on most evenings, with heavier lit on the weekends.

I’m not one of those people who have less appreciation for ‘literature’ than I do pulp, or fast food fiction. I don’t think it’s easy to write either. Many people eschew chick lit as dumb (even Maureen Dowd, a woman I really respect, has written disparaging comments about it), but I see it as entertaining, funny, easy to identify with and an effective time capsule containing a snapshot of the lives of women living here, and now. I also know that, whether you like it or not, it isn’t exactly easy to write and takes…dare I say it…talent. And really, would it be that much of a stretch to consider Austen a chick lit author? I don’t think so. Just because it’s old timey, that don’t make it a more ‘serious’ lit.

I digress (sort of). Eventually, I developed a mad passion for paranormal romance. I mean, mad. Between April of 2010 and December 2010, I devoured hundreds of books in the PNR genre. Sookie, Anita, Betsy, Milagros, Gloria, Nix, Georgina, Mercy, Rhiannon, Jane, Carrie, Cat, Wren, Jaz and many other PNR heroines became like sisters to me. I laughed and cried with them as they distracted me from my growing health concerns and depression (a tumor on my uterus—it’s all good now :)).

And now, I’ve got my own little fast food fiction novella, one which I hope brings readers as much fun, laughter and joy as all these books have brought to me, after all–reading is supposed to be fun…right?

Have you watched the book trailer for The Vampire Relationship Guide? Oh, and don’t forget to RSVP to the release day party and add the book to your To-Read list on Goodreads.


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