(as in, she wrote it)
I am a boy, and I read girly fru-fru romance books. This should embarrass me but, unfortunately, it's kinda right in my wheelhouse.
In order to understand this post, I need to admit a few things about myself that will likely come out anyway. I might as well be upfront.
I like Taylor Swift. I refer to her fondly as Tay-Tay, as if we are besties. I have seen Never Been Kissed like 10 times and still smile at the smoochy ending every time. I cook and clean and do laundry. I am the only person in my Fire Department to drive a Prius. I like to dance…I cannot dance. I love to sing…nope can't do that either. Oh yeah, and I like romance books.
I turned in my man card a long time ago.
In my defense, I have a beard and bench 240 and sold the Prius for a Big Manly Truck (peer pressure!).
So, when your wife finally decides to write her first novel, you do the super supportive husband thing. You give her everything she needs--time, support, encouragement, more encouragement.
Once she finishes, the big decision comes…do I have to read it? I mean it’s a… a… a romance--Blah.
At first, I chose not to read it. Mainly because it was weird, her voice was in my head, makes it kinda difficult to concentrate. Plus, I was afraid I would totally read into everything--like everything. Which, by the way, I did. In her first book, Waiting on the Sidelines, she goes on and on about Reed's calves and how big and sexy they were. I found myself at the gym doing like a million calf raises; I think I developed a complex.
Okay, so clearly, eventually, I did read her first book. But I did not tell her…just in case, on the off chance, I did not like it. I am a terrible liar, and I over-share (I own a selfie stick…see.) I would not be able to fake it, "no honey that was great, I'm sure it's like that for everyone the first time," --writing a book that is (that wasn't an over-share.)
So, I did not tell her. I was secret reading. I will never forget the big reveal. We were at swim practice for my kid, and I was sitting right next to her trying to be all stealthy. I was about half way through the book, totally digging it, and I yelled out loud "God damn it, he is such an asshole." And she was all "who," and I was all, "Reed, why did you make him such an asshat?" and she was all, "Oh my god you're reading my book!"
And that was that; I am hooked on the shmoopy. As an aside, I totally invented the word asshat and my lovely wife stole it for her own nefarious porpoises. Nefarious Porpoises would make a great band name.
Lastly, why I love my wife's books… and really, seriously not because I am married to her. If I did not enjoy them, neigh love them, crave them, I would not have read all 11, and I would not take the time to guest blog about them. ( I have my own sci-fi blog to keep me busy.)
I love Ginger Scott's books because I smile when I read them. I don't smile at Isaac Asimov or George RR Martian. And I don't mean I laugh at them, though they are funny. I smile. Genuinely. Sometimes, I frown or make the angry you-broke-my-favorite-toy face. I get mad, sad, mad some more. But mostly, I smile. And there is not enough of that in what I read.
So, I love my wife's books. I am a boy and I. Read. Girly. Romance. (I also watch decorating shows…Damn! Over-share.)
Guest-blogger Tim is Ginger Scott's husband. Along with reading girly romance books, he also reads roughly two science fiction books a week, sometimes more. He started his own VERY MANLY sci-fi
blog--www.phantomant.com--where he posts manly opinions about super manly books about...wizards.
Follow Tim: https://twitter.com/PhantomAntBlog
BOOKS BY GINGER SCOTT
Waiting on the Sidelines
Going Long (Waiting on the Sidelines Book 2)
This Is Falling (The Falling Series, Book 1)
You and Everything After (The Falling Series, Book 2)
Wild Reckless (Harper Boys Book 1)
Wicked Restless (Harper Boys Book 2)
The Girl I Was Before (The Falling Series Book 3)