I think I’ve finally figured out why women my age (almost 50) read romance novels.
When I was in my 20s and 30s I had no patience for such things. I didn’t want to read about romance, I wanted to do it! And I still thought it was possible.
Women in our late 40s, we’re lonely. We’ve been through the relationships, gotten the divorces, and had the nasty breakups. Now, we no longer believe romance is even possible, much less lasting. The guy whose eye used to dilate when he looked at us now doesn’t have anything nice to say. And now that our kids have grown up and moved on with their lives, we don’t have that distraction.
We’ve finally got the time for dedicated romance but no longer believe in it.
Romances in books never end with one partner finding the other so irritating they can’t stand to be in the same room with them.
Sure, he still does the laundry but now he bitches about what types of clothes we wear and how hard they are to take care of. Do we really need to wear clean clothes everyday? Yes, yes we do.
We need attention and affection and, somehow, wind up with neither. So, we read about it. It’s better than nothing!