by Liz Flaherty
The truth is that I don't mind any of that. What I mind is how my reading habits have changed.
There were many days I had to force myself to stop reading so I could write.
But now...now it's different. And even though books are different now, too, I know the habits have changed because I have. Because, for the most part, the 20-something protagonists don't interest me and I can't identify with the 30-something ones (I had a houseful of teenagers in my 30s and had been married since I was 20.) There aren't enough older ones--a subject we've talked about a lot--and I've grown so picky that I meet most of the trends in romance with a heartfelt "meh." I don't finish at least as many books as I do, something else that has changed for me.
I don't have any magic answers here, or Happy Endings to my quandary. I guess I wonder if others are in the same reading boat I am.
All this complaining aside, I'm glad for the holiday stories that abound right now. I've already read a ton of them and have a couple of my own out there (see covers below). Makes me wonder, though, what I'm going to read come January.