That was then, this is now

          I don’t remember when I started reading romance novels, only that Harlequin Romances were—I think—40 cents apiece. I say “I think” because I read used ones whenever I could get them and that may have been their price. They were easy to read, exciting travelogues, and no one believed them.           No one believed them because, good grief, the heroines were children and the heroes were ped...