Because I have A) always loved to read and B) we hardly ever left the country to go into town, I had to make do with what was available. And what was available? Harlequin Romances.
Charlotte Lamb was my Charlotte Bronte. My grandmother had, and probably still HAS, a 1000 romance novels in boxes on her back porch. The women were always innocent and the men were always arrogant. Every last one of them. No really, that’s how I learned what “arrogant” meant.
So then I read this today:
“In fact, some marriage therapists caution that women can become as dangerously unbalanced by these books’ entrancing but distorted messages as men can be by the distorted messages of pornography,” said best-selling author Shaunti Feldhahn, who studies the differences between men and women.”
Dangerously unbalanced? Hmmm, and my grand-mother and mother read THOUSANDS of these books while I was growing up? Interesting.
And then there’s THIS guy –
Well, him I give some grace. There are some books that are just that good.
3 thoughts on “Reading is Dangerous”
That is really dangerous no book is that good.
HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU FIND THESE THIGNS?!!!
HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU FIND THESE THINGS?!!!