I was reading a novel and the woman in the novel lies. Not because she is a spy in the civil war, not because it is not her story, but because she is ashamed. It is an historical romance , and what she did was considered disgraceful ,but the hero knows most of the story anyway. And it is going to come out. A first, I thought I was just being me . I like people to be more honest. However, in this case , it just feels like an overly -dramatic piece of action to what was a quiet drama of a marriage that was supposed to grow into a love match.
So there is a time when I would have finished it anyway. I can’t waste my time now. I used to think of romance novels as candy. Now, I want them to be gourmet candy. No time for bad candy, anymore.