Reader. Ringleader. Ruckus Rouser.
Welcome to my corner of the internet — part romance reflection, part sass session, and entirely obsessed with book boyfriends who ruin us for real life.
Let’s be honest: we’re not reading romance novels for a lesson in history or economics (though some of those dukes sure knew their way around an estate). We’re here for the fantasy. The fun. The escape. We’re here because no one in real life shows up at your door with flowers, a six-pack, and emotional availability. But in books? Oh, they do.
Romance is no longer a guilty pleasure. It’s a billion-dollar, trope-rich, emotionally intelligent empire — written by women, for women, about women. And here in this space, we’re celebrating every steamy, swoony, soft-hearted second of it.
So whether you’re into cinnamon roll heroes, morally gray antiheroes, or a good old-fashioned bodice ripper, pour yourself something bubbly and scroll like your Kindle’s on fire.
Click here for a brief-ish history of how romance novels took over the world.