In Defense of Romance and Chick-Lit
By Abby Vegas
I’ll say it up front: I’m a lifelong reader of romance, women’s fiction, and chick-lit. I love these genres dearly. They’re my go-to books when I want an enjoyable read – something I’ll devour in record time while paradoxically not wanting it to end.
But I cannot deny that romance and chick-lit get mocked in popular culture – to a disproportionate degree compared with other genre-fiction categories. (I’m looking at you, Cozy Mysteries!) And that’s profoundly unfair. My argumentative side can’t just stand by and watch these amazing books get maligned. So I’ve decided to address some of the worst-offender fallacies once and for all.
Fellow fans, gather ’round for moral support. Doubters, listen up!
FALLACY: Every romance novel is a bodice-ripper with Fabio on the cover.
FACT: Totally false. Some covers feature these gents:
FALLACY: Chick-Lit novels are mostly about female problems as relates to handbags and shoes.
FACT: Most chick-lit plots revolve around one or more silhouette-people. And their shoes.
FALLACY: Romance is basically women’s fantasies of hooking up with a hot guy and getting a “happily-ever-after” ending.
FACT: What? Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention because I was staring slack-jawed at this book cover.
FALLACY: All chick-lit is humorous and light-hearted.
FACT: As chick-lit gets darker in tone and subject-matter, it runs the risk of morphing into “Women’s Fiction.” (And if it continues down that dark path and gets an MFA, it eventually becomes “Literary Fiction,” so watch out.)
FALLACY: Chick-Lit is something you read at the beach.
FACT: This one is actually 100% correct. If I ever read Middlemarch, it’s not going to be at the municipal pool.
Abby Vegas’s new release, Clean Break, is a witty fusion of chick-lit and romantic suspense with rave reviews and a 4.36 average rating on Goodreads. Grab the first ten chapters free at AbbyVegasAuthor.com.
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Lane Haviland can’t seem to catch a break. She’s dead broke, barely functioning as an adult, and completely alone in New York City. Her so-called “apartment” is a six-by-nine cell in a Brooklyn basement. And her new boss hasn’t ever met a personal or professional boundary she can’t bulldoze through.
Still, Lane’s determined to at least attempt to claw her way back to respectability. But she can’t seem to get her mysterious handyman, Viktor, out of her apartment – or her headspace. Maybe that’s a good thing: Viktor’s easy on the eyes, and that deep-voiced Russian accent is beyond sexy. But as he and Lane grow closer, he can no longer hide his connections with a dangerous criminal underworld – where secrets can be deadly.
Abby is giving away an eBook copy of Clean Break