My last entry from earlier today was quite angry. And for good reason, of course.
But finding some 1970's Harlequin Romance paperbacks for sale at the library sure put me in a good mood. Hee hee.
There's nothing funnier to me than an old romance novel. Take this back-cover blurb from the Harlequin Romance classic Where the South Wind Blows, by author Anne Hampson:
"Melanie had had enough. For the second time in her life, she had lost the man she loved to her glamorous but unscrupulous sister, Romaine...."
I don't know what's funnier - that the title of the book reminds me of a polite way to say 'fart', or that Melanie's sister is named after lettuce. Romaine - HA!
Or take this delightful blurb from the back of Jane Corrie's The Island Bride:
"Life would now be very awkward if he, now the island's most influential man, revealed that they'd actually met for the first time six years before, when he had been forced to marry her - a teenage runaway he'd found hiding on his banana plantation."
I don't know about you, but banana plantations are hot. Oh yeah.
I'm so excited about my findings - you can't beat $3 for twelve books! And in my nerdiness, I was thinking....a paper about feminist/misogynist rhetoric in romance novels could be pretty awesome.....