So there I was, chatting with Stacey and scanning the romance books on the dollar shelf, when I noticed something interesting. The usual selection of books in the romance dollar section are a mix of contemporary and historical with paranormal and suspense mixed in, all mostly published in the past five to ten years. There are always a couple of Presents and some inspirational stuff too, but not that many at all.
But on Tuesday, the romance section looked different.
Namely, the row of fifteen Harlequin books, all published in 1988.
Each with a cheesy old school name and even more cheesy old school blurb on the back.
Fifteen of them.
A dollar each.
How could I possibly NOT promptly sweep them all off the shelf and into my basket for purchasing?
And with great purchasing comes great responsibility, if by responsibility I mean great amounts of tweeting.
Because I can’t not, y’all.
And so, starting next week, I’m going to start reading my collection of Harlequins and probably livetweeting while I do. There will definitely be recaps up on the blog.
Not only will I be reading them for entertainment’s sake, but also to see what’s changed in romance in *does math* twenty eight years, and what hasn’t. What tropes were big then, what themes were explored, and how they were.
Also, probably much giggling about shoulder pads because the eighties.
If you’d like to read along, I’ll be posting the name of the next book at the end of each review, and any possible links I find.
The first book I’ll be reading I’ll announce on Twitter a few days before I start reading- which means if you aren’t following me on Twitter, now’s a good time to do so.
Now, I’m off to tease my hair in preparation for #KKReadsThe80s. But I draw the line at shoulder pads.