I have more homework than I can keep up with, a practicum that gobbles up my free time, a job substitute teaching that either calls too much or not enough, a writing career that seems to be at a standstill, friends I never have time to hang out with, a family in the process of rebuilding their home, a fiancé ten hours from home, and a sick dog going through treatment.
I need a break. I need three or four hours curled up in bed during which I don’t have to think or worry or plan. I need to escape. I need to be more than a student, more than a teacher-in-training, more than an absentee friend, more than a sister and a daughter, more than a writer, and more than a worried pet parent.
I need to be a warrior princess, claiming her kingdom and kicking ass along the way. I need to be a stubborn, scared out of her mind woman who faces her fears and walks away stronger. I need to be a witch in a world filled with magic where I belong. I need to be a were-woman who must join two seemingly unrelated halves
of herself to create a whole.
I need to fall in love. Not be in love. I love my fiancé desperately, even when I’d rather throw things at him or perhaps even think about shooting him when he badgers me about taking me to the range with him for the umpteenth time. He’s my one, my only one.
I need to fall in love again—feel that quiet warmth seep into your soul when he smiles at you and truly means it for the first time, experience that earth shattering realization you can’t live without the person in front of you, taste that first kiss after you know he’s the one.
I need a romance novel. Don’t you?