Have you ever been reading a book, moving along quite nicely, and then--
bam--a character whips out a particular term of endearment that just yanks you right out of the story? It happened to me recently, and I'm sad to say I couldn't recover. I did try. But she just kept using that term and I . . . I had to get the hell out of Dodge. Buh-bye, story. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. I'm not saying this is the norm (thank goodness). I can put up with a certain amount of treacly back and forth when it comes to the exchange of terms of endearment, especially if they fit the characters, their background, culture, the tenor of their relationship, etc. And the
history of these terms at home and
from around the world is often fascinating (at times hilarious). But there comes a point where I can't see past the cheese and/or weird anymore and I
do not want to be with these people any longer. Shallow? Perhaps. But it's a very individual thing, isn't it? We a…
Haha I did indeed guess. Great post Angie.
ReplyDeleteAs always I am so in love with your couple of choice. I need to go back and reread a couple of scenes in particular...
ReplyDeleteThanks again for being a part of LL!
Alexa, well done you! I'm so transparent...
ReplyDeleteMichelle, thank you so much for having me! It was a blast. I'm there anytime you require some gushing.
By the way - did this and voted John Thornton and Margaret Hale as my fav couple. :)
ReplyDeleteRaspberry, awesome. SUCH a good choice!
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