Caught a link on twitter about the review you wrote for Ms. Roberts’ latest book. Obviously you didn’t enjoy. That’s fine. I don’t always like every book I read, although I do tend to enjoy NR’s stuff.
But to each their own. You didn’t like it. That’s cool.
Here is what isn’t cool.
So here I am, caught between a rock and a hard place. Roberts’s feisty heroines are often stuck in this kind of fix at the climax of her tales just before a deus ex machina in the form of Mother Nature or a hunky guy drops in to rescue them. That’s why women read Nora Roberts: to live out vicariously the fantasies that real life doesn’t provide.
Okay, I must say… NOT COOL. Guess what? I’ve got a life. I’ve got a family. I’ve got a career. I’ve got friends. I don’t need to live vicariously thru the pages of a book. Assuming that one reads only because they fantasize about what lies within the pages of a book is pure crap.
One could assume, by your reasoning, that anybody who reads detective fiction is either fantasizing about being a cop, or even a psycho killer.
Here’s my theory…one reads detective fiction because they enjoy it.
I read romance, because I enjoy it. That doesn’t mean I want to get stuck in the middle of one of the books I read.
Enjoyment doesn’t have to equal vicarious living. But here’s a question for you… if somebody does read a book for the vicarious thrills…so what? It’s their time, their life, so why the need to mock them?
Perhaps that is why you get angry emails when you give a negative review. If you frequently feel the need to make assumptions on why people read whatever they choose to read, and you frequently dole out snotty, better-than-thou commentary, it’s no wonder you get angry emails.
It’s a book. If you hate it…fine. Tell us why. If you love it…fine. Tell us why. But don’t assume you know why we choose to read romance. Because obviously, you don’t.