kalpurna

I picked up some romance novels at the library today, the culmination of a process which began two days ago, when I encountered the blog Smart Bitches, Trashy Books. Romance novels were, in many ways, my pre-slash experience; the stuff I look for in slash is essentially the same as what I looked for in romance novels, and I continue to enjoy and respect the romance genre. It's just that... hmmm. How do I put this? What they're trying to sell me in rom novels is the same stuff I can get, better, on the internet, for free.

Anyway, I was thinking about romance novels, and I suddenly had a vivid, unquenchable desire to read one in which the hero of the story, rather than the heroine, is a virgin. Just... mmmm. *shivers* Romance heroines, especially in the kind of romance I like best (historical and Regency), are almost invariably virginal, and usually even unkissed, while the man is a p.i.m.p. (or, as they prefer to call themselves, a rake). But. What if the man were a virgin? Maybe he's too bookish and shy to have made a move on anyone, maybe he just thinks that Good Boys wait 'til marriage, maybe he's embarrassed by the idea of going to a prostitute, but the key point is that he's never been with anyone, until our intrepid heroine comes along, smoky hot and gorgeous and sticking her hands down his pants. God, I'm in love with this idea.

It remains kind of horribly un-Christmassy outside, being about 54˚ F right now, and it just worries me so much. A great way to make my friend Becky, environmental science major, start chewing her nails, is to say, casually... "It's really warm for this time of year, isn't it?" Ugggh. *squirms uncomfortably*

Christmas was quite nice; we trucked up to North Jersey (ewwww) to visit with my brother and sister-in-law and baby niece (she of the Christmas postcard), so that was cool. I gave my parents a one-year subscription to this DVD of the month club: they send you a new independent or foreign film each month, usually ones that have won awards at festivals and stuff. As far as receiving, I made out like a bandit. I got the new iPod shuffle, which is just unfreakingbelievably cool. They should win a design award for this. It's incredibly tiny and light and lovely, and it's a CLIP. The whole thing is a clip. It clips to your clothes. For the things I need music for (exercising, riding the bus, walking to campus), it is PERFECTION. ♥ I also got coffee, and scented candles, and a pretty red shirt, and earrings. A great holiday all 'round.