Happy Blog-a-birthday!🎈🎉

Happy Blog-a-birthday!🎈🎉

Tomorrow, I turn 50 years old. It's been one hell of a year. I mean, I know we have all had a terrible year with the pandemic, but mine really started sucking when my mother died suddenly in July. Now, my family of 4 (my brother was killed when I was 24 and he was 27) is a family of 2, and my sweet father has dementia. 

I'm hanging in there, thanks to my amazing guy (K), my besties (A, S, and T), two amazing cats, and (drum roll, and why I am here): ROMANCE NOVELS. 

While my mom was fighting the cancer and lung disease that eventually robbed us of her, I moved in with her and Dad. And my handy dandy Kindle was a lifeline, let me tell you! In the beginning, when she was so tired from the chemo and not feeling like hearing my yapping away (I talk a lot), I grabbed my Fire (eventually turned into a Paperwhite and then an Oasis), and delved into a fantasy world while I sat with her. Well, not really a fantasy in the beginning because I mostly read a lot of non-fiction. My fiction was usually mysteries and horror--NEVER ROMANCE. I mean, c'mon--romance novels were for old ladies like my grandmother, who always had shelves of Harlequin romances (and sure, I sneaked a peek or two. Okay, yes, I read them ALL secretly. Why lie?). Come to think of it, my grandmother was probably the same age that I am now, so who is calling someone old? Anyway, sorry, I'm off the subject again (you should know that women my age drift from the topic). Where was I?

Like I said, I have always been, as they say, a voracious reader. Mom said I could read at 18 months old. I don't know if I believe her, but she swore it until the day she died, so I will give it a pass. One of my happiest Christmas memories was when they got me the Little House on the Prairie and Chronicles of Narnia BOX SETS (swoon). But no romance, because, come on. Bodice rippers. Haha, who likes that?

Well, apparently, I DO. 

I won't lie. It began when Netflix decided to do the Bridgerton series. Julia Quinn started me down this road. I figured I would give the books a whirl before I watched the first season, because THAT. IS.WHAT. YOU. DO. (Side note: I am all about reading the books before watching any movies/shows based on them. And when we go to the movie, prepare yourself to just deal with me the way my poor brother did during the Jurassic Park movie, as I loudly proclaimed, "THAT DID NOT HAPPEN!" throughout.

So, almost exactly a year ago (December 22, 2020) I snagged Bridgerton: The Duke and I. 

And everything changed . . . (I also use ellipses a lot and, mostly, incorrectly--spoiler, my daytime job is as a professional editor, and it is beyond freeing to totally ignore grammar rules in this blog. It's like the first time you go to the grocery store without a bra. I'm not getting paid for this, so  . . . bye bye grammar!)

More to come . . . (including lots more ellipses; I warned you).