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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Romantic Reads from my Bookshelf

Recently I had the pleasure of being interviewed by the ezine Scribes Digest, for their romance-themed February issue. Among other things, they asked me what it was that I loved best about Romantic Fiction. Here's what I replied:

I love the realism of it, to be honest. At its core, romantic fiction is about two people meeting, getting to know one another, and falling in love, and that's something I can easily relate to; something all of us aspire to or experience at some time in our lives.

The screenwriter Richard Curtis, who wrote Four Weddings and a Funeral & Notting Hill, among other films, once said:

"If you write a story about a soldier going AWOL and kidnapping a pregnant woman and finally shooting her in the head, it's called searingly realistic, even though it's never happened in the history of mankind. Whereas if you write about two people falling in love, which happens about a million times a day all over the world, for some reason or another, you're accused of writing something unrealistic and sentimental.”

I’ve always liked that quote, because no matter how fantastic the trappings of the tale may be—whether it’s the glitzy 80s world of Judith Krantz’s Princess Daisy or the gentler postwar world of Random Harvest by James Hilton, every work of romance fiction is a study of that simple, universal interaction as two people find each other and begin to build a life together. That’s what I love best; what I connect to.

You can read the full interview in the February issue of Scribes Digest, if you want, but in the meantime, in honour of Valentines Day, here are a few of my own favourite romantic reads...

I'm always hard-pressed to choose a favourite among Mary Stewart's novels, but This Rough Magic always stays close to the top of the heap. My mother was actually reading this (newly published) while she was pregnant with me, so we figure that's why I fell so much in love with it. This is vintage Stewart, with a clever and capable heroine, a wonderful supporting cast of fully fleshed-out characters, a breathtaking Greek island setting, an insider's view of the world of the theatre, the threads spun by Shakespeare's The Tempest so artfully woven right into the story...and Max.

For a long time, Max stood as The Hero against which to measure all heroes, for me. Not just handsome, but funny, intelligent, and so refreshingly normal. And I know exactly what Lucy, the heroine, means when she tells him accusingly, "...And now there you sit looking at me, and all you do is looklike thatand my damned bones turn to water, and it isn't fair..."

It's been 35 years since the first time I read This Rough Magic, and Max is still setting the bar pretty high!

One man who can meet it is Joe Harman from Nevil Shute's A Town Like Alice, one of my very favourite books of all time, and an unforgettable romance.

It's two romances, actually, because two very different men fall in love with the heroine, Jean, but I won't spoil the plot for anyone who hasn't read it yet by saying more than that.

If you've never read this book before, you have to. It's that simple. This is one of those rare stories that will stay with you your whole life.

I can close my eyes right now and still recall, in full romantic detail, what comes after this line:

"In the half light he turned as she came out of the hut, and he was back in the Malay scene of six years ago."

And finally, because I'm limiting myself to three (or else I'll be at this all day and never get to work) and because I mentioned it in the interview quoted above, there's a very old favourite of mine, Random Harvest, by James Hiltonwho, coincidentally, was born in Leigh, in Lancashire, where half my family hails from. Small, small world.

That's a picture of my own well-loved and very battered copy to the left, there. I'm afraid I can't say anything about the book without revealing something that I shouldn't, but again, it's one that stays with you for always.

Try to read it without crying, just a little, at the end. I never manage it.

So there you are: Three of my favourite, happy-ending, true romantic reads. What ones would you add, if you could?