Pajama Girls and the Evolution of Romance Fiction

I hope you haven’t forgot about Pajama Girls, who are in limbo until the trade paper edition comes out early next year. Lynn, Southerner that she is, has kept an eye out and found an interesting review by Mary Beachum in Augusta Magazine. It’s one of those reviews that starts out a little wobbly — I’m not sure if I’m being panned or not — and then turns toward the positive. You may think I’m odd for saying this, but I almost prefer this kind of review to a no-holds-barred love-it review. There’s some of the reviewer’s personality here, and some real thought.

Funny (and quite accurate, in my opinion) is Ms Beachum’s take on the evolution of romance fiction:

Once upon a time, the pattern of a romantic novel was predictable. Man and woman meet, in some cute way. Despite setbacks, they develop feelings for each other. Then they overcome a major obstacle, declare their love, fall into each other’s arms and are swept away by passion. Well, that is just so 20th century. Today man and woman meet, in some cute way. They decide to indulge in some recreational sex, discover a few common interests and are dismayed to find that they are developing emotional entanglements. After a dance of “on again and off again,” they reluctantly admit that they are in love and walk hand-in-hand into the sunset.