Welcome to the blog tour for 'The Christmas Diary' by Elyse Douglas. Today, the writing team is sharing thoughts on the value of reading a romance novel.
Stop Reading
That Romance Novel
That’s what my high
school English teacher told me many years ago, when she found me
reading Promise at Midnight,
by Lilian Peake. Ms. T. was outraged. She made me put the sizzling
sex-drenched book away. She threatened to snatch it from me. “Read
something that will improve your mind, young lady!” she said,
glaring down at me with her tight lips, tight hair and very tight
blouse and skirt. It suddenly occurred to me that, with her sexy body
and wide blue eyes, she could have played the heroine, Shona Carroll,
in the movie.
I sat listening to Ms.
T’s subject and verb orgy, while dreaming of lip-mashing,
heart-pumping, polyester pant suit-ripping sex. While Ms T. worked on
the coupling of subject and predicate, I worked on recalling how Mr.
Faraday’s mouth hit Ms. T’s—no Shona’s lips—“with
a force which ground her lips against her teeth.”
When Ms. T asked us to
write all this down, I did. I wrote, “...force
which ground her lips against her teeth.”
Hey, wasn’t there a verb in there somewhere?
Over the years, many romance
novels’ plots and characters have been hard-wired into my brain—no
doubt altering my already confused and carelessly romantic DNA.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been turned into a romance novel Borg
(from Star Trek). Some days I channel Jane Austen; other days I’m a
giddy wench in a Nora Robert’s novel. In Starbucks, I might be
reading a paranormal romance novel, while occasionally studying some
rather paranormal activities going on next to me, as two sticky
lovers sip Frappucinos, make half-hooded-eye romance, and pretend to
study an obese law book.
People pass me as I
read and they glance down, disapprovingly, at my romance novel
cover—a hard-jawed, dark-haired hero on horseback, muscles chunky
and glistening; a worshipping heroine in a ripped, lacy wedding
dress, clutching the hero’s arm, obviously begging him not to go.
What’s the title? Something like, Take Me
Home to Love.
I can read people’s
minds as they pass. “Huh! Romance novel,” they say, with a
supercilious sniff. “She should stop reading that stuff and read
something more intellectual like, The Old
Man and the Sea.” I would read it, if
the old man wasn’t so old, had lots of money, and if he had a
fetching girlfriend who fawned on him with a simpering adulation. But
I can’t get excited about a poor old man who blathers on about
trying to catch a big fish.
Which brings us back to
English class and Ms. T. “Your assignment this week is to read
Ernest Hemmingway’s novel The Old Man and
the Sea,” she said. “Then write a
two-page book report.”
I drooped, shut my eyes
and recalled a few lines from Promise at
Midnight. “You
felt like a woman who's been wandering in the desert for months,
devoid of all male contact - and do I mean contact!”
I sighed and thought, “Well,
I guess I’ll have to stop reading my romance novel and go fishing
with that old man this weekend.”
Copyright
© 2012 Elyse Douglas
Author Bio
Elyse
Douglas is the pen name for the husband and wife writing team of Elyse
Parmentier and Douglas Pennington. Elyse's mother was a painter and her
father a textile consultant. Elyse began writing poems and short stories
at an early age, and graduated from Columbia University with a Master's
Degree in English Literature. Douglas grew up in a family of musicians,
astrologers and avid readers. His grandfather was a gifted humorist and
storyteller from Kentucky.
Elyse
Douglas' four novels include: The Astrologer's Daughter, Wanting Rita,
The Christmas Diary and Christmas Ever After. They live in New York
City.
Contemporary Romance
Title: The Christmas Diary
Author: Elyse Douglas
Date Published: 9/12/12
A
young woman, traveling to meet her wealthy fiancé for a Christmas
wedding, loses her way in a snowstorm and is stranded at a bed and
breakfast. In her room, she finds an old diary written by a man who had
once owned the house. Moved by what she reads, she sets off on a journey
to learn what happened to him.
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