We all have those certain things—readerly kinks, if you will—that have the power* to instantly make us happy when we encounter them in books. The list of mine is long: con artists, magicians, girls disguised as boys (or the reverse, when it rarely happens), gods, circuses, old movie lore, ruins, etcetera, etcetera. But today I’m not talking about those. No, today I’m zeroing in on one of my very favorite things to encounter in romances: reading scenes.
Reading scenes, you say? Not...other types of scenes?
Now, before you decide I’ve eaten from the cake of crazy, let me explain. The reading scenes I mean can perform a number of functions, but they almost always flow from the characters’ intellect. Not in a boring way, either. No, that’s right—one of my readerly kinks, especially in romance, is characters finding a meeting of the minds, and what better way to represent that than through the way they experience the written word?