About

The Reluctant Romantic

I read. A lot. Like a book a day a lot. Makes sense since I'm an English teacher, but you'd be surprised how many of us don't like reading, especially fiction. (Shh. Trade secret.) Especially romantically-inclined fiction that's primarily published in the Kindle Unlimited universe. When I'm not shoving Hamlet down my students' throats as the man himself did to Claudius with the poisoned wine (IYKYK) or harassing my own children with groan-worthy puns inspired by the same Sweet Swan of Avon (their least favorite? "Out vile jelly" every time I'm scraping the bottom of the jam jar to make their PB&Js), I'm thinking about books. Or talking about books. And, since my friends and loved ones, bless their hearts, are pretty much talked out at this point, I'm here. Blogging about books. Books about romance. Sexy romances with NSFW scenes. As Nietzche said, you talk about smutty rom-coms into the abyss long enough, the abyss talks about smutty rom-coms right back atcha'. At heart, I'm just a girl, sitting in front of her second-hand Chromebook, asking you to love (books about) love. Just an avid literary nerd turned reluctant romantic who wants to share her musings on the oft physics-defying weird and wonderful world of rom-com heroines and the book boyfriends whose hearts, and other, more crucial, body parts, they capture.