Code name Serenity, I’ve recently joined Smart Girls love Sci-Fi as a reviewer. (Achievement Unlocked!) Just a quick note and introduction about moi, the books I like to read and the why I read Sci-Fi/Paranormal like a pixie on crack.
First, I’m super excited to carve my way through SGLSF’s TBR list. Nothing makes an opinionated nerd girly scream faster than electronic soap box from which to shout her brilliance in bold, pink text—and a ream of free books to read. I shudder. Seriously.
I started reading fairly early in life—there’s a story that involves a very surprised mother on the toilet and a child who insisted that was the time to announce the achievement, but I digress.
Romance, as a genre, has always appealed to me. I’m not sure why because I’m quite the cynic in “real life.” I think it has something to do with the timelessness and variety in the genre. No two romances are the same because love is as special, unique and organic as the people penning them.
To date my favorite type of SFR or PNR tend to share the following: at least one of the characters isn’t human, the whole bloody world is in peril, and the hero makes my heart do disturbing jumpy things.
High-school and college was spent reading every “dirty” book I could get my hands on. My first science fiction/paranormal romance was a contemporary time travel with some manner of alien. I cannot remember the title, but before that I had no idea it was possible to marry my love of romance and my obsession with lasers.
Suddenly, I couldn’t stop reading if someone stole my eyeballs. Personally, I blame my mother’s infatuation with Wonder Woman, Xena and Captain Janeway (ST: Voyager.) Plus, that woman can’t read with good sense either. There were two Halloweens that completely passed us by unnoticed because we just needed….one…more…chapter. Mind you at the time I was enthralled with Judy Blume’s Deenie, while my mother was hip-deep on some ship with Johanna Lindsey’s brand of naked pirate. (Ah, good times.)
I’ve gotten older and my tastes have matured, but I’m still a sucker for a laser gun, a sigh inducing hero (or heroine) and the excitement of magic.
Live long (read) and prosper, my darlings!
PS. Oh, and I just know I’m going to end up with Batman. (Or Malcolm Reynolds—I’m not picky.) For the record. Just sayin’.