(Not that I think she’d judge me I just don’t feel comfortable reading romance novels in public. Some of the “silly little romance novels” are quite silly – wait till you hear the one about the Lucius Malfoy-look-alike who enjoys light bondage! – but ever since March, I have been reading two books at a time: one of these historical romances at home, and then a Lunch Break Book I could bring to work to read on my lunch break without getting weird looks from the woman who always asks what I’m reading now. Goddamn double occupancy!), because all I wanted to do was escape.Īnd for the first time in a very long time, I found myself escaping in the books I was reading. And this isn’t the first time I’ve done this – after the Christmas Party last year, I started looking at Caribbean vacation deals that were cheap for one person (spoiler alert!: there were none. After the wedding, I didn’t really talk to any of my friends or make plans to do anything for about two weeks after? Maybe three? I spent time in my apartment watching Netflix and taking naps.

I do not have an explanation as to why I’m suddenly picking up these things left and right something to do with escapism, maybe? I mean, in the past six months, I have helped my family with my sister’s bridal shower, bachelorette party, and wedding, and after each event I have found myself withdrawing from social interactions. My average for the past couple of years has been two, max. Just a heads-up: this is the first “silly little romance novel” out of four I’ve read so far this year.

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