Alfred Hitchcock once said that drama is life with the dull bits cut out. It is very true.
It is also why romance novels make such great escapism. Take breakfast. In a great romance novel, the hero flies the heroine all the way to Paris for breakfast, because he knows how much she loves pain au chocolat. He takes her to a small café he knows in the 6th arrondissement, near the École des Beaux-Arts de Paris and hand feeds her the warm pastries. Or he brings her waffles in bed, where she awaits him in trillion-thread count cotton. They eat the hot waffles sensuously and share luscious strawberries, before using the left over syrup in seven, sinfully erotic ways.
Contrast that to my breakfast, which consists of drinking a smoothie as I throw school lunches together while informing my husband that the cat threw-up in the hallway again. That right there, is why we need romance novels. Because, unfortunately Mr. Hitchcock, our lives will always have the dull bits. It isn’t all rainbows and unicorns. And, for those days, which seem to have been filled by only dull bits, a romance novel is the best means of escape.