An irresistible love story
So I've read some books recently - The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted and The Winter Sea, and most notably, A Weekend with Mr. Darcy - that have pushed my buttons. This is hardly a book review of them collectively. They're quite different books, but they had something in common.
You see it really annoys me, when I'm reading a book and a devilishly handsome, charming man with electrifying chemistry (conveniently unattached), appears magically on the scene and is magically just as attracted to our heroine as she is. And not just on the scene, but in the first scene of the book. Or the first chapter. Or just too darn soon. Or just too conveniently. It makes me feel as if I already know what's going to happen. As if it's all laid out in front of me. Is love really as simple as instant ramen noodles - add hot water, microwave, and slurp?
(And maybe in some ways magical insta-love rings false to me. Things never have just fallen easily in my lap, love included. Some people see life as this magical game - that everything is destined and meant to be, and orchestrated for perfection and happiness - their own happiness. But me, I see life as a mysterious dance, that bittersweet symphony immortalized in a 90s hit song, in which not every note is sweet, not every secret is revealed, not every moment understood.)
I say this. But then I begin to question myself. I mean don't many great books introduce the love interests pretty darn quickly? Gone with the Wind, for example. At least the movie version. Rhett and Scarlett meet quite quickly. You know, as you see these two characters that sparks will fly. It's obvious.
But... what happens after that is not so obvious. There are sparks, but there are ups and downs. There are obstacles. Love triangles and quadrangles. And you wait, eagerly to see what these two will do next, when, when, when will the inevitable happen. It takes awhile to get there, for things to build between the characters and when it finally happens, it's deeper for the wait.
What I do not enjoy, is when I don't feel that tension. When it all seems too easy. When it happens too fast. When the characters fall in love effortlessly.
But maybe I'm wrong. I think I might be over-reacting. I'm going to be pondering this, as I read, and watch movies. What IS the secret to an irresistible love story?
What are your favorite love stories? Why?
p.s. speaking of irresistible love stories, this week is my husband and I's tenth wedding anniversary. Whoohoo! Match that, insta-love. ;-)