(Warning: I'm thinking out loud today. Not sure where I stand on this issue.)
In my teens and early twenties I was obsessed with all of Johanna Lindsey's books. Ever heard of her?
You must have, because she's the best-selling author of some of the steamiest, well-written love stories ever! Her regency series about the Malory's was intoxicating, make-me-swoon perfection! Who am I kidding? Each of her books was the BEST!
My heart would flutter throughout each story. The way she crafted her characters and then wove in their flaws and struggles...tension everywhere! It was pure brilliance! Seriously, I'm wiping drool off my chin as I think about how much I enjoyed reading those novels.
And then I heard a comment from a friend that went something like this: "Those books are glorified porn for women. Smut."
So I stopped reading them because, well, the P word is a bit too much for me.
What do you think? Are romance novels "glorified porn for women?"
If you're like me than you don't need the heroes body parts labeled six different ways to get that heart-flutter feeling. Some innocent flirting, a longing glance, a kind gesture, a heartfelt confession, a sweet kiss, something completely innocent can send my pulse racing.
We call those things "romantic" but if you stripped away all the fancy, polite descriptions are we left with the P word? Do you think the heart fluttering is equivalent to porn?
Please weigh in. I'm so curious to hear what you all think about this.
(It took me forever to find a cover to one of her books that I wouldn't feel too embarrassed about posting on my blog. The picture above is as G-rated as it gets.)