His only positives: looks, wealth, success. And then, finally, he is violent towards her. (If they don't split up in a few weeks, which the author wouldn't allow.)ĭ) Why can't a woman break up with her boyfriend/fiance just because she's bored of him or had fallen out of love with him or doesn't want to spend all her life with him? Why does the author need to stack on evidence for why she's awful - he's a snob, he's domineering, he's boring, he doesn't listen to her, he doesn't kiss well. There's nothing wrong with enjoying sex with someone you don't want to spend all your life with.Ĭ) Moving fast: a few days is all it takes to fall in love? Who are these people? I bet they spend the rest of their lives convincing themselves they are in love, after all magic jukebox matched them. You can lust after someone and not want to marry them. Just because he's a good kisser - yeah yeah, it's the best kiss you've ever had - doesn't mean it's *true love*. And falling in love with someone because a magic jukebox made me: that's the stuff of nightmares, not dreams.ī) Conflating love and lust. It's the thing I've fought hardest for: the right to make my own decisions, even if they are stupid. Here's the thing: I like having control over my life. This one had so many things wrong with it:Ī) The hand of fate: a magic jukebox that plays what someone needs to hear and changes lives. I want to love the genre, and I really love a few - Georgette Heyer's Cotillion, PG Wodehouse's Jill the Reckless (don't tell me that's not a romance, it totally is) - but most make me want to throw it across the room (which is a problem, because I read on a Kindle). I am constantly disappointed by romance novels. As usual, the heroine is much better and smarter than the hero, and she deserves a man who's wild about her, not one who is vaguely condescending and thinks she's not pretty and doesn't have the right background, but after all she's really nice and her father gave him a lot of money so he could continue the upper class life he's used to and even become a gentleman farmer because he's not one of those idle rich. I get Heyer's going for how some life partnerships can be reasonable and practical rather than romantic and passionate, but fuck that.
I have reread this book at least twice because I didn't remember reading it earlier, which is not much of a recommendation. I reread a bunch of Heyer, because I wasn't well for a few days and a Twitter conversation sparked some nostalgia. I was so late I thought I might as well combine these, even though I expect to read a few more by the end of the month.Ĭhanges (The Magic Jukebox Book 1) by Judith Arnold
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