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A Little Different

All week, I’ve been sharing a little bit about my awesome friends who are wicked smaht and write pretty.

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was asked to read “The Rules,” for whatever reason I cannot begin to recall, I nearly gagged. Written by two women in the late nineties (maybe, I’m not even going to bother to look it up), “The Rules” did one thing right: it managed to capture the fickle attention of our culture. The book told women exactly what steps to follow in order to find and marry Mr. Right.

Puh-leese.

Their words harkened back to an era that relegated women to the home. If they worked, they were support staff. The book told women never to make the first move, not to return calls too quickly, not to pester, to refuse dates if they were not made in advance. The one goal of the book was to get married.

The feminist in me wants to run screaming from such ridiculousness. No one is the boss of me and I don’t need a man to make me someone a complete human.

cover-fallingforyourmadness-183x300But, standards are a good thing, and it might be possible that the so-called feminist movement has not been the be all end all of human equity. (I know some of you might need a minute to get your jaws off the floor.)

I’ve met too many women whose standards are so low, they are one step above the “Oh, he’s good enough,” category. Too many women think that marriage makes them whole, that being in a relationship, even a bad one, is better than being “alone.” I know too many girls who think that beauty is all they can offer and that saying no—to anything—marks them for life, and not in a good way.

My friend Katharine Grubb has released a novel that quietly challenges our mainstream dating assumptions. Falling for Your Madness, is funny, charming and presents a case for dating that harkens farther back than the 1950s.

Katharine’s hero, David, is obsessed with chivalry. While at first it puts the heroine on guard, and frankly, this reader, too, David builds a case for high standards, clear expectations, and the hope of something more.

I don’t read a ton of romance novels, but I love my friend Katharine, and I love her sense of humor. I loved her story and was surprised that she challenged my “modern gal” leanings. Get it. Read it.

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