I'm back to liking my book again.

*shrug*

I know many of  you are not a fan of the kind of romance that starts off with hate and ends with love, and truly, I don't like it if it's not earned, or at least understood/explained--but you know what? It's not about the truth of that relationship that I like watching it; it's highly uncomfortable to hate, and then to realize you've changed your mind.  It's like, "What fundamental truth about myself did I miss exactly?"  But it's fun to watch characters twist themselves around like a pretzel--fun in a roller coaster way, not in a sociopathic way.

In other words, I hope my pathetic romances I have with my novels are at least entertaining.  Ish.