I discovered romance novels young. Early teens and such. And I devoured just about every Harlequin out there like they were Oreos. One down, give me five more. It took me awhile before I discovered the bigger books. The ‘thicker’ ones, which I soon realized were called single titles.

My favorite authors were Sandra Brown and Nora Roberts. And then I discovered this different genre. This genre I couldn’t get enough of. Historical romances. Oh. My. God. Rip my bodice and call me a hooker. Or hooked I mean. I loved this stuff. LOVED it. I couldn’t get enough. I would go to used book stores, check out the cover for a historical looking scene, and buy it. I’m totally guilty of not remembering any of the authors, just reading and moving to the next. My favorite historical books were the Anglo Saxon conflict books. Or anything in the renaissance. Or viking. Or 1800’s western stuff. Or cavemen. Okay, basically anything historical. Well, I lied. Cannot stand, oddly enough, regency.

You know what else was fun? Those time travel books. I loved those. Except the ones where the heroine falls in love with some guy in the past, and the reader gets all attached to him, and then the author tosses the heroine’s ass back to the present where we’re supposed to be satisfied that she meets his descendant. Umm what?

So onto the point of my post, which really ends up miles from where I started, time travel. If you could go back in time and live in another era, where would it be? Or do you feel like you’ve already lived another life? Me, sometimes I wonder on the second question. Things seem familiar. Or maybe I’ve just read too many books. If I could go back, I think I’d love to be in the renaissance period. No matter how disgusting the living conditions. If things got too bad I’d just call up Doc Brown (Back To The Future for those of you who don’t know your 80’s flicks!) and he’d whisk my butt back home.

So how about you? Been there done that? Wanna do it?