Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by katina, Oct 6, 2018.
Including fairy tales if that helps
Ruined. By M.C. Frank. I am not a big romance reader because most of them cannot capture my heart. So this is all I got. After I read that I was blown away and I fell in love with the characters and the stroy.
I'm a sucker for a good romance but I cannot deal with the: His giant muscles glinted in the glow of the moonlight and his deep male alpha sent made her panties wet.
As soon as I read a line like that I close the book because in my eyes lust does not = romance
Find someone who looks at you the way Sam looks at Frodo and you shall be blessed above any of the Maiar or Ainur.
"The Dandelion Clock" by Jay Mandal. It's the only romance/love story to have ever made me cry.
As much as I hate to admit this...
I kinda liked the off color Romance in Bet Me.
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50 First Dates
The Vampire Lestat, by Anne Rice
I've never seen a character so totally and thoroughly smitten as Lestat was...
Mhmmm... Interesting question if I am specifically narrowing down to things I have read.
Since I have not actually read any romance novels specifically, and I am not including side-romance plot-lines in novels, books or stories like LOTR which are not specifically romance. it limits me quite significantly
Therefore, I would have to say the best that fits under that definitions is the Laxdaela Saga, a icelandic saga about the tale of two friends whom both vie over Gourun. I would not say, however, that this is a "happy" type of romance. It pretty much ends badly all-way round.
Read Bid Time Return, by Richard Matheson.
I have to be honest when I first read that book years ago I didn't understand half of what it was talking about (I probably still wont if I read it now) but it had me crying at the end.
I 'member this film. For me, it was a fantasy about my affair with her brother, Doug Whitmore. I 100% acknowledge that he's 100% a proto-douchebag in this film, but at the same time, there's a guilty pleasure in the idea of sacking up with the little d-bag of a dude. Memories of more than one night spent deep in the bowels of ΠΚΑ at U.F....
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