My haircut this morning was canceled due to illness. The kids' swim lessons have been canceled indefinitely due to family issues for the instructor (very sad, aging parent situation). In good news, gymnastics is back for T., because his instructor is mostly mended from a bad fracture.
People we know all over the country seem to be down with something. Stay safe out there, stay warm and respect your energy levels. No point in everyone wiping out this early in the season.
In slightly more upbeat news, I think I will be paying for and picking up my i3 tomorrow. Very exciting!
Recently, I read some Liaden books. The Liaden books in question were consciously modeled in part on Dorothy Sayers' Lord Peter Wimsy novels and on Georgette Heyer Regency novels. I know this because the front matter in the book by the authors _told me so_. Transplanting Wimsy and/or Regency romance into space opera is hardly limited to the Liaden universe. I'm looking at you, Lois McMaster Bujold, and the many faceted Vorkosigan universe.
I like this stuff. I like it when it's a sharp witted but generally sweet young thing married a wealthy and hardened older man in actual Heyer novels. I like it when it is Harriet Vane angsting around Lord Peter and Bunter. I like it when it is set on Liad and involves Delms instead of Dukes. I really got a kick out of Cordelia and Aral and blah blah bleeping blah.
It has recently occurred to me that the billionaire subgenre of contemporary romance, which I neither love nor read with any frequency, is pretty closely related to these books. It's just more rich guys without the titles, but a lot of the set pieces are virtually identical (right down to the, hey, you shouldn't have gone out without telling people bit or the forced shopping expeditions or the slow burning battles between household staff and Young Wife/Lover/Wtf).
This leads me to suspect that I've been harshing on the billionaire subgenre somewhat unfairly. Really, it is not like the space opera or regency stuff was particularly realistic, so why do I expect the billionaire's method of acquiring great wealth and/or deploying it make sense? OTOH, a bunch of the billionaire subgenre has apparently been quite 50 Shades in terms of dude with the bucks is into BDSM (and angsty, but there is no way I can love Sayers' Lord Peter and complain about angsty because, hypocrisy).
Those are the remarks: I have realism issues with how these characters get and deploy their wealth, and I have a lot of motivational issues associated with why the characters find each other interesting. Here's the question: is there a list of set pieces that you, as a reader of billionaire romance, would be disappointed if absent from a billionaire romance? I think the forced shopping expedition is so frequent it must on some level be mandatory. But what else is required? Is there a standard romance novel trope that is inherently incompatible with the billionaire romance? I've put many of these questions to my sister already, but I'd love to hear from anyone with an (at least minimally informed) opinion.
ETA: I should add that part of my interest derives from Ilona Andrews layering the billionaire/dynastic familiy trope onto their new series.
I took my son to his gymnastics class today. P. called over to B. that People magazine had voted Chris Hemsworth Sexiest Man alive. B. acknowledged this. I piped up with, "How did they pick between Chris and Liam?" B. said, because Chris is manlier than Liam. Liam could win prettiest man alive.
So, this is _gymnastics_. B. is wearing workboots, a white t-shirt and blue jeans, because he is painting and he is smokin' hot, because I do not think it is possible to get fitter than him at any age, and he's probably within a few years of my age which just makes that even cooler. P. is younger, equally fit (I have seen him doing things upside down on a scaffold that just don't really seem possible). These two gorgeous men are discussing who won the sexiest man alive context and one of them has come up with an epic comeback. I recover from being stunned and say, "I am impressed by your ready response!" to B., who then says, "It's only because I have no filter."
I love love love my life. It has the most entertaining people in it, ever.