The Ephemeral Nature of Happiness
Or why we love to read romance.
Since we’re all enjoying our weekend, I’ll keep this short and sweet. If there’s one truism I’ve learned over the years, it’s that happiness is fleeting. There are no guarantees. Like my father says, the only things we’re guaranteed in life are death and taxes. Thus, I postulate, the popularity of romance in all it’s many wild and wonderful genres. Romance is a fantasy of the highest order - the fantasy of true love, and if well written, the reality of true love. Like any good work of fantasy, romance plucks us out of our ordinary existence and plunks us into the extraordinary.
There’s something so fetching about the extraordinary.
I’ve actually been reading! Shocking, I know. A couple ebooks and Mr. Perfect, by Linda Howard - not my fave of hers, but colorful, some very nice visuals….




