I’m kind of pissed off at a romance novel I read recently. I don’t read romance novels often, so maybe I’m out of practice or just don’t know how to “get into them,” but this one made me kind of angry. I like historical novels, I love Jane Austen, but I find historical romance novels usually exemplify everything I think would be horrible about living in a by-gone age. This particular novel had a heroine who was basically sold, like chattel, into a marriage. She wants an annulment, to begin with, but her husband decides he doesn’t want to give her one.
And that was the tone of the whole story. Her husband kept mentioning how she was his wife, which meant she had to ask for his permission to do anything. He then goes about seducing her and of course, eventually, she falls in love with him (for no other reason then the orgasms, it seems to me) and all is hunky dory in the world. Oh, although her husband still controls her, she still has lost her inheritance to him, and he can still be a possessive jerk-wad. But, in the last 10 pages of the book, I suppose the author realized that she’d better make this guy likable to a larger majority of readers, because she makes him realize he’s fallen in love with her (that’s why he wanted to “seduce” and “ravage” her, because if she lost her virginity, she’d have a harder time asking for an annulment). So, I’m left with the feeling that I’m supposed to assume he won’t be a jerk-wad now because he lurves her. That he’ll stop all the mentions of basically owning her and all that because he’s thinking with his heart.
Yeah, excuse me while I gag on a spoon.*
But, reading these books reminds me occasionally reminds me why I write the way I do, especially romance scenes. No matter how much historical times can seem glittery and impressive, no matter how much a reader might love steam punk, costumes, etc., the simple point is that we’re not in a time period before women could vote. I can see the value of a historical novel that is made for its accuracy, but what’s so bad about occasionally having a historical romance with a really kick-ass heroine? More importantly, what’s so bad about having a romance where the heroine is in charge of her own sexuality? It always seems like the man must be so much more worldly, so he can introduce the woman to her own sexuality, and then it becomes this bargaining chip between them (in this novel, it was worse: she blatantly used it to get what she needed from him–and he encouraged the behavior!). Not only that, but the romance seems to stem from love of sex, not love of the person. Any good lover could make that heroine “cry out in wanton passion,” that doesn’t mean she should love him. A woman who knows about her body, her sexuality, and what she wants is sexy. And a woman who knows all that and knows what she wants in a lover and mate is even sexier. And a woman who knows all that and isn’t afraid to say it makes me smile every time. I’d rather read a book like that any day of the week. And I don’t think the woman has to be a slut to be like that.
Anyway, that’s my opinion, which is why my heroines are rarely, if ever, going to be meek virgins. Sarah will never cow-toe to Jareth. I want them to be equally matched; that was always an appealing aspect of the story. In my opinion, Jareth expected her to be bowled over by his charisma, his otherworldliness, his special trousers (oh, you know what I mean
), but she manages to hold her own against him in that final scene…the one that could have cost her everything…because despite temptation she remembered the words.
*And if you are wondering why I kept reading despite really detesting this guy so much so that I skimmed over the “ravaging” scenes (the whole point of reading romance, in my opinion), it’s because I don’t like making final decisions about books until I’ve read them. I have to find a book REALLY bad to put it down unfinished (ironically, the last time I did that was with another romance I picked up somewhere, except this one was less purple prosy about the manipulation of the hero. He outright raped her, but you know, she liked it in the end).
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Dreamscape Chapter One Commentary
So, here we are at another Labyrinth fanfic! I know, I really must beat my muse into submission so she stops doing whatever she likes, but until I get the courage up to do that, I hope you enjoy “Dreamscape.”
This fanfiction actually has a lot of dream symbolism in it. If you’re interested, you can look it up on your own, or I have listed the pertinent dream symbolism below. My sources were “Dream Moods A-Z Dream Dictionary” (http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/) and The Dream Encyclopedia by James R. Lewis (2002, Visible Ink).
The glasses Sarah was wearing (glam, lip-shaped, purple sunglasses) were taken from these as inspiration:
I have to admit, I find them pretty snazzy. I wouldn’t mind having a pair of those, even if I’m not sure I could pull them off.
Story Outtake/Edit: I actually envisioned Sarah in a monokini at first, something like this, which clearly had a “top” and “bottom” attached. I mean, that’s the only type of monokini I knew. Then I learned that a monokini originally meant that a person wore a bottom part of the bikini without the top! Suddenly, the scenes in chapter one took on a whole new meaning. I decided, just to avoid potential pitfalls, I’d change the monokini to a bikini.
Also, the “official” song for this chapter — the one I listened to the most when I wrote it — was Nero’s “Promises.” Sometimes, a particular chapter just matches a particular song. I just liked the longing in Nero’s voice in this one, seemed to fit.
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