Welcome to Bookish Blatherings, a Bad Bird Reads feature where I ramble about bookish or bloggerish things and hopefully you will join in on the discussion.
I feel so ashamed. It’s so wrong…but it feels so right. Bad boys, I just can’t get them out of my head. In books I mean. It’s bad, real bad. It’s so bad that any time I read about a nice guy, or sweet guy, or normal guy I am so disappointed. I know, that’s just horrible for me to say but it’s true. I need my bookish man to be bad, or rough, or brooding. Maybe even a little tormented. I know, so cliché, but it’s got its hooks into me.
I have read a few books lately that felt like something was missing from them. I couldn’t get into them as much as I wanted to even when the story was good. And then it hit me, the guys were just too normal and nice. Bleh! Sure, I want a nice guy in the real world, but not in my books. Maybe way back when I liked the sweet ones, but now it’s all about the sexy bad boys. I like when the male MC’s take charge, don’t play by the rules, push the heroine to be bad too, and have that naughty streak. Sure, a little bit of a sweet side is okay, but it better be limited or I am bored!
Is it just me? Am I ruined by all the bookish bad boys and now they are the only ones who can satisfy me? Maybe I just haven’t found the right sweet/normal male MC. Do you know of any? Is anyone else out there ruined by fictional bad boys?