What I Want in a Romance Book
I want my brain to zone and I want to smile from the fake love on paper that two fake people experience in the Regency period of England. I want there to be aristocracy and manners and I want the heroine to be clever. And I want the hero to be clever.
And I want them both to be kind.
And I want the story to be funny.
And I want to transport myself to that story. I shall be the heroine. I could fake a British accent, maybe. If I were around them long enough, I could. We can mimic things. We have an ear. Or I could just say I was from the Colonies and leave it at that. I could sing them really interesting songs from my century, and I could pass off lyrics of the Beatles as profound poetry from my own head. They wouldn't know; in the Regency period, they didn't even have guitars. I don't think they did. They did not have rock and roll. I could play their pianoforte as badly as ever, and sing passably, if they were up to hearing alto singing, and I could marry a viscount. I would even settle for a baron. He would have to have dark hair. I don't know how to play whist, but I could learn. Maybe. I could even pass as an educated lady; I know the Latin and Greek. There would be problems with antibiotics and such, but they did, after all, live back then, somehow, and I would manage. I would have to bring my ibuprofin and my toothbrush and toothpaste and shampoo and conditioner and stuff like that. I could wear such pretty things. I hope I wouldn't have to wear a corset every day.
Why else, after all, would I have long hair? I'm ready; transport me there.
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Note: I do not have long hair any more! I am no longer as ready as before. :(