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I have this theory about the romance genre. You can let me know if you think it's crazy.
Back in the '90s, I didn't get much sleep. I didn't watch a lot of television or talk on the phone late at night. If my stomach was rumbling, I'd ignore it, and if it was my bladder... well, I'd try to hold it for as long as I could.
You see, I was usually in the middle of an amazing romance novel that I just couldn't bring myself to stop reading. And, back then, every book seemed amazing.
One night it could Marsha Canham keeping me up late with her inventive reimagining of the legend of Robin Hood in her medieval trilogy, starting with "Through...