Although I occasionally read more “literary” fiction, I spend a lot of time reading Women’s Fiction and Contemporary Romance. The other day, I tried to remember what first drew me to this genre. Every summer, my family drove our Subaru station wagon north to a small cottage in northern Michigan. Every year, two days before we left on our journey, my mother took me and my brother to the library. There we would spend two hours picking out books to entertain us during our time at the cottage. The cottage’s black and white TV’s reception was fuzzy at best, and the June weather wasn’t always warm enough for outdoor activities. Instead, I relied heavily on the entertainment value of the books I picked out during our two-hour adventure at the library. Continue reading “Reading Through the RITAs”
Reading Through the RITAs
October 21, 2010