Tag: Romance novel

  • My Relationship With Romance.

    I think I’ve fallen out of love with romance. I used to be someone who could get completely absorbed in a romance. A love story could carry an entire book or show for you.

    But now?

    I recently picked up a contemporary romance and found myself thinking, Is this it? 

    I just watched the Love hypothesis Amazon’s adaptation, and finished reading From Lukrov with love, and I don’t know what I was thinking the whole time. I started the book on 10th September, and it took me 18 days to finish the book, not because I am a slow reader, but because I just couldn’t get into it. There were times, when I would just keep the book down, close it and place it away from me. I try to look for alternatives to get back to something more interesting. 

    It’s not necessarily bad. Not necessarily offensive. 

    Just… Bland. I am pretty sure people found it lovely, but it just wasn’t for me. 

    Same with the movie “Love Hypothesis” as well, I just couldn’t get into it. Again it wasn’t necessarily bad, but it seemed quite boring to me. 

    And that raises the question of what changed. 


    When Romance Used to Feel Like an Event

    Going back to what romance used to feel like to me.

    The anticipation.

    The longing.

    The tension between two people.

    The feeling that something was happening every time the characters were together.

    When I was younger, a great romance made me feel happy and giddy. It made me feel amazing, and it made me want to experience that kind of love someday.

    Titanic Jack and Rose, Damon and Elena from The Vampire Diaries were some of the first romances that really captivated me. I loved the tension, the yearning, the falling in love, the confession and, of course, the first kiss.

    What I loved most was the anticipation. Two people trying to fight their feelings but eventually being unable to resist them. Pride and Prejudice (2005), Bridgerton Season 2 and The Vampire Diaries Seasons 3 and 4 gave me that feeling. I wanted to keep watching because I genuinely needed to know what would happen between the characters.

    I loved banter, chemistry, dialogue and those tiny romantic gestures that made a relationship feel like it was slowly becoming something more.

    Somewhere along the way, though, that feeling disappeared.

    I first noticed it while watching Arafta. I was bored, so I tried another show. Then another. They all felt the same.

    And I realised I hadn’t really felt captivated by a romance since Queen Charlotte.

    Maybe I haven’t stopped loving romance. Maybe I just haven’t found one that makes me feel it anymore.

    Then Modern Romance Started Losing Me

    Contemporary romance increasingly feels formulaic to me.

    The same tropes, the same character dynamics, the same banter, the same misunderstandings. The same perfectly attractive people with conveniently marketable personalities. The same relationship progression.

    And instead of getting swept away, I’m sitting here noticing the formula.

    But for me personally, I just can’t get behind it. There is nothing exciting about 2 people falling in love just by having forced banter (and it’s not even good). Every enemies to lovers book has the same trope of banter and I hate you, but they have absolutely no actual reason for it. Also the normalisation of abuse, murder and weird crimes all in the name of dark romance.

    There is no yearning, no naturally falling in love, no banter that has chemistry. All I keep seeing is the man abusing the girl, killing people, she hates him, but then falls in love…. That’s not romance to me. That’s abuse being dressed up as devotion. . 

    Get the fuck out of there girl!!

    Where is your shame and dignity? Where is the respect for yourself? 

    Everyone Has Chemistry, But Nothing Feels Electric

    I think one of my biggest problems with modern romance is that everyone seems to have chemistry, but somehow nothing feels electric.

    Characters flirt, kiss, constantly talk about how attracted they are to each other, and yet I’m sitting there thinking, Okay… and? 

    The romance is there, technically, but I don’t feel anything. It feels like the story is telling me that these two people have chemistry instead of actually making me feel it.

    Maybe that’s because what I loved about romance was never just the attraction. It was everything that came before it. The tension. The banter. The little looks. The moments where you could tell they were falling for each other but neither of them wanted to admit it. Give me two people trying desperately not to fall in love and slowly losing that battle, and I’m invested.

    Like on season 1 episode 19 of TVD, when Elena participated in the town’s pageant Miss Mystic Falls and expected Stephan to be there to escort her, but he didn’t show up. And then Damon steps in to take his brother’s place as her escort. And they danced!!

    Girl!! The chemistry was chemistying!!!! 

    I miss when a simple conversation could make me pause, or when one small gesture could feel more romantic than an entire kissing scene. When you could feel the chemistry building without the characters constantly having to spell it out.

    I think that’s what I mean when I say romance used to feel like an event. The anticipation was the romance. And somewhere along the way, I think we’ve become too eager to get to the actual relationship and forgotten how good it feels to make us wait for it. 

    I Miss the Slow Burn

    I think I miss the kind of slow burn where the romance actually takes time to happen. Not just two characters being labelled enemies-to-lovers and taking 400 pages to finally kiss, but genuinely getting to know each other and slowly realising that something is changing.

    I want the uncertainty. The stolen glances. The conversations that mean more than they seem to. The feeling that they are falling for each other before they even realise it themselves.

    Sometimes modern romance feels like it is in such a hurry to get to the relationship that it forgets to make me care about how they got there. And for me, getting there was always the best part.

    Why Classic Romance Still Works for Me

    Maybe this is why I still love classic romance. There is something about the restraint that makes everything feel more intense.

    Take Pride and Prejudice. Elizabeth and Darcy don’t need to constantly tell each other how attracted they are. Half the fun is in trying to figure out what they’re actually thinking. A look, a conversation, a letter, a change in behaviour can suddenly feel incredibly romantic.

    There is also something about the atmosphere of these stories that I miss. The language, the settings, the longing, the fact that people couldn’t just text each other whenever they wanted. There was more room for anticipation.

    I’m not saying everything old is automatically better. It isn’t. But classic romance seems to understand something I’ve started missing: sometimes holding back can make you feel more.

    The Problem Isn’t That Romance Has Become Modern

    I don’t think my problem is simply that romance has become modern. That would be too easy.

    I’ve enjoyed contemporary romances. I’ve loved some of them. So clearly, modernity isn’t the problem.

    I think something else has changed. Romance feels more self-aware now. More trope-driven. More explicit. Sometimes it feels like the story knows exactly what it is supposed to give the reader: banter, sexual tension, a certain type of male lead, a certain type of heroine, a kiss at exactly the right point.

    And maybe that’s part of why I struggle with it.

    I can see the formula now.

    And once I can see the formula, it’s much harder for me to get lost in the story.

    Maybe I’m Just Not Looking for Romance Anymore

    There is also a possibility I have to consider: maybe I have changed.

    Maybe romance simply isn’t enough for me anymore. I want characters I find interesting, stories that surprise me, friendships, complicated personalities, ambition, family, mystery, something beyond two attractive people figuring out whether they want to kiss each other.

    Maybe I can still enjoy romance, but I no longer need it to be the centre of a story.

    And honestly, that feels strange to admit because there was a time when romance could carry an entire story for me.

    Now, it has to give me a reason to care.

    I Still Want to Fall in Love With a Love Story

    But I don’t think I’ve given up on romance completely.

    I still want that feeling.

    I still want the butterflies and the yearning. I still want to become ridiculously invested in two fictional people and desperately want them to get together. I still want a confession that makes me pause the screen for a second because I need to process what just happened.

    I just haven’t found much of that lately.

    And maybe that’s why I’m not bored with romance itself. I’m bored with being given romance without being given a reason to feel it.

    Conclusion : Maybe My Taste Changed, Maybe Romance Did Too

    Maybe I’ve changed. Maybe romance has changed. Maybe it’s a little bit of both.

    I don’t think I can say that modern romance is objectively worse, because clearly there are people who love it, and there are contemporary romances that I’ve enjoyed too. But I also can’t ignore how differently I experience it now. Something that once had me completely invested can now leave me feeling strangely indifferent.

    And that’s probably the part that fascinates me the most. I still love romance. I still love the idea of two people slowly falling for each other. I still want the tension, the yearning, the banter and the butterflies. I still want that moment where everything finally clicks and you realise, Oh, they are completely in love with each other.

    I just don’t seem to find that feeling as easily anymore.

    I can still go back to Pride and Prejudice, Titanic, The Vampire Diaries, or Bridgerton Season 2 and feel something that so many newer romances haven’t been able to give me. Maybe it’s nostalgia. Maybe it’s the stories themselves. Maybe I’ve simply become harder to impress.

    Whatever the reason, I don’t think I’ve stopped being a romantic. I think I’ve become someone who wants romance to actually make me feel something before I call it romantic.

    Maybe that’s what I’m looking for now. Not a story that has all the right tropes, the perfect-looking couple, or enough chemistry on paper.

    I want a love story that makes me forget I’m reading or watching one.

    I want to feel the romance again.

    Let me know your thoughts below 👇🏻💕


  • What’s a movie you expected to hate but ended up loving?

    Hmmm….. not sure honestly. I usually watch things because I liked a trailer or a reel about it, and end up being disappointed. But it never happened that I watched something thinking I’ll hate it but ended up liking it.

    Not really hate, but when I first got into Turkish dramas I wasn’t sure if I will like them, but I watched Erkenci Kuş, and I absolutely fell in love with Can and Sanem. Yes, the story line was typical romantic story with class difference and memory loss storyline, but I still loved it because of the lead pair.

    And same way, I started watching Sen Cal Kapimi, and fell in love with this too. I have realized that these Turkish shows almost follow the same lame storylines, but at least the pairing and chemistry is top-notch.

    Now I am kinds upset that Sen Cal Kapimi ended, I am still watching edits and interviews of the cast (specially Kerem Bursin to be honest, that’s a really hot man right there), and slowly getting over the post series depression, and getting myself ready for a new show.

    In conclusion, I never hated a movie or a show before watching it, I was just not really into it, until it grew on me and I ended up loving it.


  • Why Romance Novels Don’t Hit the Same Anymore

    A personal reflection on losing the spark, finding growth, and raising the bar for love stories.

    💓When Romance Stops Feeling Romantic

    Recently, after a long break, I picked up a romance novel again—Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan. It’s a second-chance story about a divorced couple co-parenting while slowly finding their way back to each other. It was beautifully written. I even found myself tearing up in places.

    But when I finished the last page, something surprised me: I felt… nothing. I closed the book, set it aside, and moved on with my day. For most of my life, that would have been unthinkable. Normally, I fall into books so deeply that I carry them with me for days. The characters linger in my head. Scenes replay in my imagination. I walk around half in their world, half in mine. This time, the spell didn’t hold.

    And it’s not just this one book. Lately, whenever I pick up a romance novel or turn on a romantic show, I catch myself brushing it off. What once felt immersive and thrilling now feels flat. Which made me stop and ask: have I lost interest in romance altogether—or am I simply growing into a new version of myself?

    🤔Why Romance Has Always Been So Magnetic?

    Romance, especially for women, has always carried more weight than just “a love story.” It’s a place to imagine connection, safety, and joy in ways that daily life doesn’t always provide.

    Hope and connection: At its core, romance offers the dream of unconditional love and emotional intimacy. Even when real life is messy, romance novels whisper that love can win.

    Emotional validation: These stories center women’s feelings, desires, and struggles. They say: your inner world matters.

    Reciprocity: Romance often models relationships where both people share the emotional labor equally—a fantasy when reality sometimes tilts heavily.

    Escapism and fantasy: They give you permission to step out of stress and responsibility into a world where you’re chosen and cherished.

    Community and representation: Romance has created a global sisterhood. Readers connect over shared swoons, debates about tropes, and characters who reflect their own experiences.

    At its best, romance is a form of care. It softens reality and reminds you that tenderness is possible.

    🥰Why Romance Novels Feel So Appealing?

    Part of the charm of the genre is its structure. Romance promises emotional payoff. Even if the couple fights, even if there are twists and heartbreaks, you know the story will carry you to resolution. That certainty is soothing in a world where nothing else feels guaranteed.

    Romance also offers:

    Escapism with stakes: The tension always revolves around love. No serial killers or world-ending disasters—just intimacy on the line.

    Relatability: Everyone has known desire, heartbreak, or longing. Reading it on the page feels personal.

    Fantasy and hope: A good romance novel makes love feel magical and possible, even when real life has taught you otherwise.

    Compared to thrillers that chase adrenaline, or fantasy that builds entire universes, romance dives straight into the most universal need: to be seen, wanted, and loved.

    👎🏻Why It Doesn’t Hit the Same Anymore?

    So why does romance, once irresistible, feel flat now? A few reasons come to mind:

    1. I’ve changed, but the stories haven’t. The tropes that thrilled me years ago now feel recycled. The “bad boy with a hidden heart of gold,” the “will-they-won’t-they misunderstandings”—I’ve seen them play out too many times.

    2. My emotional bandwidth is different. Work, friendships, family, responsibilities—real life takes up the space I once reserved for living through fictional couples. My mind craves new forms of stimulation, maybe more growth or depth than escape.

    3. My definition of romance has matured. I used to melt at grand gestures and dramatic confessions. Now? Consistency, emotional safety, and quiet gestures feel more romantic. Fiction hasn’t always caught up to that shift.

    4. I might just be saturated. Years of devouring romance novels built a kind of tolerance. The formulas that once worked magic now feel predictable.

    5. I’m craving different narratives. My imagination wants new food. Psychological dramas, memoirs, literary fiction—stories that stretch me in ways romance used to.

    Losing interest doesn’t mean I’m less romantic. It means I’ve grown.

    👀Reality vs. Novel Romance

    Part of the disconnect is this: romance in fiction and romance in life don’t look the same.

    First encounters: In novels, sparks fly instantly. In real life, it’s often awkward small talk that deepens slowly.

    Conflict: Fiction thrives on dramatic misunderstandings. Real life? It’s mismatched schedules, stress, or someone forgetting to text back.

    Gestures: Novels love airport chases and confessions in the rain. Real love is showing up with soup when you’re sick.

    Timing: In books, love always finds a way. In reality, the right person can arrive at the wrong time, and people don’t always wait.

    Resolutions: Novels promise happily-ever-after. Real life is sometimes happily-for-now—or endings, even when love exists.

    Intensity: Fiction burns hot all the time. Real love has ebbs and flows.

    Growth: Novels show characters “saved” by love. In reality, you have to do your own work before love can thrive.

    🙅🏻‍♀️The Problem With Romanticizing Abuse

    One thing that definitely no longer appeals to me are the darker tropes I grew up seeing in Wattpad stories: mafia “romance,” kidnapping plots, trafficking dressed up as passion. Back then, I didn’t question it. Now, I can’t ignore how harmful it is.

    They glamorize abuse, making control or violence look sexy.

    They erase real trauma, ignoring the suffering of actual victims.

    They normalize toxic power dynamics, presenting dominance as love.

    They desensitize audiences, turning crime into just another spicy plot device.

    There’s nothing wrong with dark fiction when it’s clearly labeled as thriller or fantasy. But calling it “romance” is dishonest. Romance should mean choice, respect, and mutual desire. Anything else isn’t love—it’s abuse dressed up in pretty language.

    ❤️Where I Am Now

    What I see clearly now is that my changing relationship with romance isn’t an ending—it’s growth. The books and shows that once swept me away don’t resonate because I’ve outgrown them. I no longer want shallow butterflies or fantasies built on control. I want honesty. Nuance. Stories that reflect the kind of love I now understand: imperfect, sometimes ordinary, but rooted in trust and choice.

    That’s why toxic tropes not only bore me, they feel wrong. They clash with what I now know love should be. So maybe this shift isn’t about falling out of love with romance at all—it’s about raising the standard. Refusing to settle for hollow stories.

    Losing interest doesn’t mean the romantic in me has died. It means she’s evolved. I’m no longer chasing someone else’s fantasy. I’m holding out for something real.

    Let me know your thoughts below 👇🏻💕