Flawed characters

There’s a saying: Perfect boys only exist in books.  Although certainly true, you’ll never find a perfect boy in one of my books… or a perfect girl for that matter.   I like to write flawed characters.  I prefer that my characters say the wrong thing or wear the wrong clothes or think the wrong thoughts.  Doesn’t it feel so much more satisfying when you come to the end of a book and the flawed character has found happiness or love or peace?  He or she has learned a lesson and through doing so, is so much more deserving of our affection.  When I was a young girl, I loved reading romance novels with perfect men.  Then I became older and began to date such very imperfect men.  I even married an imperfect man.  This works out really well, since I’m nowhere near perfect.  Perfect is boring.  Perfect is a fairy tale.  Bring on the flaws.