My reading goals took an unexpected turn by the end of November. I used to snub the romantasy genre a lot, thinking it just (arguably) cheapens the fantasy genre as a whole. Lack of world building, too much focused on the romance part, this and that. The list goes on. But last month, I took a chance in reading about a handsome shadow wielding dragon riders and I’ve been hooked. And I haven’t stopped reading new books from the genre.
Yes Sarah J Maas will never be Brandon Sanderson level. Rebecca Yarros is a contemporary author and would never ever level with George R.R Martin or even Neil Gaiman. Holly Black will never be a Terry Pratchett. Fourth Wing will never win a Hugo award for best literary work. But you know what? I don’t care. I realized maybe the romantasy genre isn’t the problem but my personal prejudice to it. I’ve come to realize that maybe even if the literary romance tropes are used and abused in this genre, I DON”T CARE. They make me laugh and cry and root for the characters and they make me kick my feet up in the air. Something doesn’t have to be great in all aspects for me to enjoy what it has to offer.
I think it has more to do with how I think of myself especially recently when I entered my thirties. I finally got over what I think I SHOULD want vs what I actually want. That maybe I am that basic. That I don’t want or need to read complicated world buildings all the time but still want to escape into worlds where good looking high lord Faeries live, where morally gray men and shadow wielding dragon riders exists who will fall in love with you and burn the world for you. Where badass female lead characters are the center of the story and their relationship development with the people matters most and slaying the bad monsters is just a plus, and not the other way around. and maybe smut is good in normal dose! I’ve devoured more books than normal in less amount of time and with the year ending too! I’m spiraling into a Sarah J Maas multiverse that I don’t see myself stopping any time soon and I’m starting to collect physical books again because of my love for these characters after sticking with my kindle for YEARS.
So what is my point with all these ramblings. I don’t know. Maybe just do what makes you happy. Quoting a line on A Court of Thrones and Roses: “Don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy”.









