What is Romance?

Robin's post at Reader Gab today includes a link round-up of the lastest romance blogland convulsions on what is (or is not) appropriate in Romance according to a variety of readers and writers. Followed by her own thoughtful opinion.

Walk like an Egyptian

Anybody seen the Tutankhamun exhibit at the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia? ( Any advice? )

'Tis Monday again. Time for romance readers to expound upon what they adore and abhor about the genre...then go tell Beth about it.

I don't have one big bitch (although I may be one :), but a bunch of little gripes.

( BBC's casting )

( Fated Mates? Not so much. )

( Pretty please, tell poor stupid reader me what Romance ought to be. Because I can't think or analyze on my own. )

( Persuasion again. Sorry. )

ETA: jeez, I can't spell worth anything today. I think I've caught all the errors, but if you see any more, let me know, please.

FYI: I'm a perpetual child in the eyes of my mom and sort-of-stepdad. So of course I got an easter basket. Including two fist-sized eggs, one peanut butter, one butter cream, both homemade by the ladies from Harts Church. I'm pretty sure there's a whole stick of butter and most of a box of 10X sugar in the butter cream egg. Has that stopped me from eating a chunk of it for dinner? Nope. But even cooler than the eggs? The daffodil throw rug for my kitchen.

My neighbors are home after being gone for about a month. They all work for a student travel company and they travel a lot; I think they were away for the various spring break events staggered over most of March into April. They're nice enough, but loud. I didn't miss them.