Everything I Know about Love I Learned from Romance Novels

by Sarah Wendell

  Copyright © 2011 by Sarah Wendell

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Wendell, Sarah.

  Everything I know about love I learned from romance novels / Sarah Wendell.

  p. cm.

  1. Love stories—History and criticism. 2. Love in literature. 3. Man-woman relationships. I. Title.

  PN3448.L67W47 2011

  809.3’85--dc23

  2011027276

  Printed and bound in the United States of America.

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  This book is dedicated to all the fabulous readers who have come to Smart Bitches over the years to talk romance novels, celebrate the excellence, and bemoan the bizarre. You are made of awesome.

  And to Adam, who is my romance every day.

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Introduction

  We Know Who We Are, and We Know Our Worth

  We Know More Than a Few Good Men

  We Know What Not to Want

  We Know How to Spot Real-Life Heroes and Heroines

  We Know Good Sex

  We Know How to Solve Problems

  We Know How to Ask for What We Want

  We Know That Happily-Ever-After Takes Work

  The Final Chapter: The Happy Ending Starts…Now

  Sources

  Shopping List

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  It is a truth universally acknowledged that I am bad at math. Seriously, howlingly bad. So I can’t attempt to add up the number of people to whom I owe thanks because I know beyond any doubt that I will miscount, screw up, and cause all sorts of mathematical mayhem. The fact is, an astonishing number of people were gracious enough to help me with this book, including authors, readers, editors, and mysterious publishing professionals. The communities of romance readers and writers online and off are boisterous and supportive and opinionated and wonderful. So many people from these communities contributed to this book, and I can’t begin to say how grateful, honored, and proud I am to have had so much enthusiastic assistance celebrating what the romance community already knows: that romance novels, and the women who read and write them, are amazing.

  Thank you for helping me celebrate romance, and what we have collectively learned from it. You rule.

  Introduction

  One more exuberant gesture and her bosoms would heave themselves over the edge of her gown. Elliott wondered how much more boorish behavior would make it so—and how much of a boor he was to consider enjoying it.

  “You’re lying,” he said in an even tone, trying deliberately to keep his gaze on her face. He wasn’t that much of a scoundrel. Well, not entirely.

  Alina’s eyes narrowed and she took a deep breath, but not deep enough, to Elliott’s disappointment.

  “I should call you out for that,” she said in an equally even tone, but the calmness of her voice was itself a lie. Her cheeks were pink, her hair was askew, and her hands clenched her gown into wrinkles that, should they have appeared on his cravat, would make his valet weep, though in a dignified manner, of course. What could he say next to send her over the edge of reason?

  “It won’t work,” she said.

  “What won’t work?”

  “Your plan.” She looked concerned, as if he couldn’t remember what they’d just been talking about. How could he follow something so plebeian as a conversation when the most striking woman he knew was one fierce movement away from—he shook himself.

  “I think the plan would work admirably,” he said, desperately trying to move his brain and its accompanying lascivious thoughts away from any tracts of land south of her chin. There was no reason why his idea wouldn’t work. What engaged man wouldn’t be tremendously interested in seeing his intended’s impending revelations?

  “No one would believe you, me, or us.”

  “Sure they would. I’d make sure of it, and isn’t it the standard that the man pursue the woman? My interest in you will be supremely believable.” He wouldn’t even have to pretend his interest, he realized, and reminded himself again not to look down.

  He was so focused on her face that he noticed for a spare fraction of a moment an odd look of sadness. “Why don’t you think it would work?”

  “Because, dammit,” she muttered, and before he could react to her language, she was in his arms, her hands gently framing his cheeks to bring his face to hers, his lips to her own. He found his fingers just beneath the curves he had been trying not to look at, and he was struck to learn he didn’t need sight. Touch was much, much better: the warmth of her, the firm but soft bend of her waist, the northward curve of her breast. He’d had no idea how much better this could be than trying not to look.

  But despite knowing with all certainty that her décolletage was a precarious thing, he couldn’t allow his fingers to tilt the edge of her gown in his favor. This was his intended, after all. His almost intended, anyway, and as his friend and his fiancée, her honor was about to become his responsibility…and how on earth were those her lips moving over his, an embrace and exploration that made him feel as if the top of his head were about to lift off? His hands followed the curve of her side to her back, away from temptation yet bringing it closer. She was firmly pressed against him as he deepened their kiss, touching her with his eyes closed. He really didn’t need to see anything. Touch was too much, in fact.

  Suddenly she stepped back, though not out of his arms. He held his arms around her as she stared up at him, flushed and breathing a touch too fast.

  “I don’t see that as a problem at all,” he said.

  So what do we learn from this scene? That breasts have hypnotic powers more potent than most women realize? No, though they likely do. That men try to behave according to etiquette though that can be a struggle? No, but that’s likely true as well. That women can have sexual desire, and act on it, and take risks to grab what they want and plant a big wet one on a gentleman’s shocked but willing self? That her desires are as important as his? Yup. Definitely.

  If you’re a romance fan—and I bet you are—you know that
reading romances can teach you a great deal about love, sex, and relationships. In fact, romance reading has probably already taught you more than you realize. You might not be kidnapped by cross-dressing pirates and held for ransom, or find yourself outrunning a serial killer with the help of a very handsome, taciturn detective, but you will always find conflict in your relationships, whether it’s bills and debt chasing you down a dark alley, or precarious sexual fulfillment lurking in your bedroom.

  But fear not. Inside those stories is everything you need to have a happy, loving relationship. From books like Seducing a Sinner and Rescuing the Rake, you can learn about tricky subjects like Valuing Your Emotions and Having Real Conversations about Sex.

  Welcome to Everything I Know about Love I Learned from Romance Novels. In this handy little book, we can celebrate all the wonderful things we’ve learned about real-life love and romance that are hidden and not-so-hidden inside the average romance novel. What, you thought all those heaving bosom covers with impossibly Technicolor eye shadow were just for visual embarrassment and titillating thrills? Nope. Romance novels are much more complex than meets the eye—and we readers of romance know that better than most.

  It’s not hard to discount romance, and it’s easy to take them way, way less than seriously. After all, there is a 95 percent chance that a romance novel cover will feature a mullet. Enough said.

  But romance novels are complex and emotionally driven tales of courtship. And what better way to learn about relationships and how they start, fracture, and become stronger once repaired, than to read about those relationships in many, many permutations and variations? In all the thousands of romances where the boy meets the girl, stuff happens, and they get back together, there are a million-plus possibilities of how to repair what went wrong. And we’re going to look at every one, from amnesiac twins and what they can teach us about truthfulness and identity to bank-robbing cowboys and what you can learn from them about bad boys and perhaps avoiding felony charges.

  Who am I? And have I robbed a bank? No, not so much. I’m Sarah Wendell, better known as Smart Bitch Sarah from the romance novel website Smart Bitches, Trashy Books. Smart Bitches reviews and discusses romance novels with a readership of many thousands of readers around the world—there are more romance fans than you dare suspect, and we’re all very intelligent, fabulous dancers with minty-fresh breath, and as a bonus, we’re all quite savvy when it comes to relationships too. Reading romance, a genre focused on the emotional development and self-actualization of the heroine and hero (a fancy and academic way of saying they get their shit together and grow the hell up like damn), gives romance fans a deep, multifaceted, all-encompassing lesson on how human relationships work. Many of us find ourselves in the role of advisor to our friends as the person others turn to for help with problems.

  Ironically, many people who disdain the romance genre and look down on the women who read it presume that reading about courtship, emotional fulfillment, and rather fantastic orgasms leads to an unrealistic expectation of real life. If we romance readers are filling our own heads with romantic fantasies, real men and real life won’t and cannot possibly measure up to our fairy-tale expectations, right? Wrong. Wrongity wrong wrong wrong. That accusation implies that we don’t know the difference between fantasy and real life, and frankly, it’s sexist as well. You don’t see adult gamers being accused of an inability to discern when one is a human driving a real car and when one is a yellow dinosaur driving a Mario Kart, but romance readers hear about their unrealistic expectations of men almost constantly.

  We’re going to put that sorry notion away for good. In this book, you’ll hear from me and other romance readers and writers as we explain both what we’ve learned about ourselves and about relationships. Sometimes the fantastical and impossible, such as the space captain with a streak of honor, or the sinking pirate ship populated with crewmen with impeccable manners and perfect teeth, can help translate reality better than any self-help book ever could. When you see your problems blown up into, dare I say, fantasy proportions, your real problems don’t look so insurmountable. Fantasy, instead of distorting reality, can help you comprehend your reality.

  You don’t see adult gamers being accused of an inability to discern when one is a human driving a real car and when one is a yellow dinosaur driving a Mario Kart, but romance readers hear about their unrealistic expectations of men almost constantly.

  For example, in many paranormal romances, especially urban fantasies, the fate of the world, if not the fate of the universe, may hinge on whether or not the heroes of the story figure out their pesky relationship problems and beat the bad guy. Their ability to kick ass and to kiss each other are equally important, because if they don’t work their shit out, the planet might blow up. Comparing your current difficulty to that level of “OHCRAPNO” might help you gain perspective on how to handle it, and how to stop it from happening again.

  This is not to say that problems are not important—they absolutely are. But no one knows better than romance fans that most problems are also very likely fixable with varying applications of hard work and some risks or maybe a righteous smack down with a broadsword and a photon-charged handgun.

  Now, before we move on to the kicking of ass and the fixing of things, let me share with you The Rules of This Book. Yes, there are rules. Fear not, for they are easy and friendly rules.

  The First Rule: Happiness is serious business, but I do not take many things too seriously. And by “things” I mean pretty much everything. So this is not a book wherein you’ll be asked to journal or spend time holding your own hand, envisioning willow trees and flowers with no pollen to make you sneeze as you drift on a tranquil riverbank, reclining in an outlandishly comfortable rowboat with the one you love.

  HEY! WAKE UP!

  Techniques that bring you to some understanding of yourself are all good—but that is not what this book is about. This book is about celebrating romance novels for every important thing they teach us about ourselves, the people we love, and the relationships we value—and the sex we have. That alone should tell you: expect jokes about man-titty and mighty wangs, and when we get to that chapter about sex, expect the insertion of seriously turgid bad puns.

  The Second Rule: Each chapter is defined by a specific lesson we romance fans have learned that is demonstrated by countless romance novels—along with extra content for fun, games, silliness, mayhem, and shenanigans. If you’re a romance reader, no matter how old you are or how old your relationship may be, I’m willing to bet a stack of paperbacks that you’re already aware of some of these ideas, if not all—even if you didn’t realize it. After many, many unwilling dukes and smoldering tycoons meeting their matches among the best and bravest of heroines, we romance readers know what behaviors can help someone enjoy a happy, healthy, meaningful, and satisfying relationship, and which behaviors can screw it all up in a damn hurry.

  Many romance readers and writers helped with the creation of this book, and there are quotes from writers you may have heard of, writers who are new to you, and readers who may be just like you—terribly passionate about romances. Some readers I quote by their real names, and others I attribute using their online pseudonyms. Regardless, all of the quotes in this book came from individuals who love romance, and have read metric tons of it.

  The Third Rule: Not every situation may match, but the basics of romance, both in real-life and in literature, are simple. Unless your veins are filled, as my friend Billie says, with brimming levels of crazysauce, you are probably a kind person who is entirely capable of loving someone and being loved in return. We get a lot of terrible examples in mainstream media and entertainment on how to treat people we love. Between the murderous glares, misery, mayhem, and acts of momentary weakness played up for maximum laughter, there’s a lot of How Not to Treat People. Romance novels are the antithesis of that example, and we readers are fortunate to indulge in stories that are uplifting and hopeful in the end. So if you’re harbor
ing some stalwart prejudices about the romance genre, it may be time to rethink them. No, it’s definitely time to rethink them. Romances can be a rare but valuable example of how to treat people.

  THE RULES OF THIS BOOK

  * * *

  Happiness is Serious Business—but don’t take me, yourself, or anything else too seriously. Taking yourself too seriously is tiresome. The penalty is mullet.

  There are specific lessons to be learned from romance novels, as well as mayhem and silliness, too. Mayhem, you may be surprised to learn, is very good for your sex life.

  The basics of romance, and how to treat people, are surprisingly simple—you just have to rethink any prejudices about the romance genre first. You have to rethink any prejudice, really, including the ones about mullets. They are (allegedly) good for your sex life. So I’ve heard. Not that I know this personally or anything. *puts on hat*

  So now that we know the Three Rules of This Book, let’s get to work. Here’s a romance-tested idea that I bet you already knew: the “happy ending” is actually right now. It’s not somewhere down the line into the misty future. Everyone deserves a happy-ever-after. Everyone deserves a happy, healthy relationship. Bottom line, everyone deserves happiness, period, full stop. But, as that motivational poster so tritely puts it, happiness is the journey, not the destination. And as Nora Roberts has said many times in interviews, the story of a romance is not the happy ending, but the journey to that happy ending. Thus, every story is different, unique, and ultimately happy.

  Romance fans can tell you, happiness is created in the present, not as a wish for the future. The first rule of your happy-ever-after is to be happy right now.

  Prepare ye for a moment of touchy-feely-squirminess: that means the first, most-important relationship you have is the one with yourself. If you are happy, content, and capable of taking good care of yourself, whether that’s an hour of working out or an hour of reading with a dish of ice cream (and I heartily support both), you’re on your way toward happy-ever-after because you care about yourself now. In other (really sickly twee, I admit) words, happiness is the present we give ourselves in the present, and its presence in our lives is a present to the world. (I just totally made you throw up, didn’t I? Sorry about that.)