In 1999, I read The House on Olive Street, by Robyn Carr. It was a game-changer. Itwasn’t the first women’s fiction title I’d read—though they were definitely harder to find in those days—but it was the first one that made me realize something. And, more than that, admit it.
I like women.
No, not that way, though “that way” is fine with me. What I mean is, I like reading about women. I like when they’re on road trips or doing reunions or having book clubs or just wailing into their wineglasses about what jerks men are. I can identify with them. I can “be” them in the way I can never “be” the young, slim, and impossibly beautiful heroine in romance novels.
To narrow it down more, I guess my favorite thing (trope? I’m never sure where that word fits) to read is the girlfriend book. I can sit on the couch in my sweats with my tea and blanket and read, only stirring to get more to drink or something to eat and to turn on a light as the day slips into evening. It’s like a little vacation of the soul.
My writing leans toward women’s fiction—at least that’s what reviewers usually say—but romance is always at its core. This suits me perfectly, because I truly love romance, but women’s fiction? Well, that’s just comfortable. And fun.
The Girls of Tonsil Lake is my next book. I don’t have a release date yet, but I’m excited about it. It’s a girlfriend book and it was so much fun to write! There’s some romance there, but mostly it’s about the Girls themselves. I hope you watch for it, and that you enjoy it when it’s out. Sitting on your couch in your sweats, drinking something good—you know, just a little vacation of the soul.