We’ve done the AAR Top 100 poll regularly since 1998. The last one we did, in 2018, garnered so much fury that I swore we were done. And yet… I’m not sure.
What do you think?
We’ve done the AAR Top 100 poll regularly since 1998. The last one we did, in 2018, garnered so much fury that I swore we were done. And yet… I’m not sure.
What do you think?
For many years, one of the ways women encountered men—beyond family, school, and daily life—was through books. The novels most often assigned in schools treated male characters with complexity and focus. These men were not always admirable, but they were taken seriously. Their choices carried weight. Their flaws were treated as meaningful. Whether the tone…
I spend a lot of time looking at AAR’s stats. According to Google Analytics, 60% of AAR readers access the site via their phones and/or other devices. When users visit the site, the vast majority arrive there on the Home page. Next most popular are the Power Search, Author Profiles, New Reviews, and Steals and…
Thank you to everyone who filled out our survey. Sixty readers responded. That number represents a small portion of AAR’s audience, but the feedback was thoughtful, detailed, and deeply engaged. Some, I will, say, seemed a skosh mean spirited which is disheartening. But almost all reflected real investment in the site, in the genre, and…
This week some comments at AAR got me thinking about dark romance. The sub-genre is a broad one but, in general, dark romances have, duh, dark themes. They often traffic in kidnapping, non-con or dub con sex, violence, rape, and stalking. They are wildly popular–on the current romance best seller list, Emily Henry’s contemporary romance…
Almost exactly a year ago, I asked whether or not AAR should, as it typically does every five years, do a new Top 100 poll. As is the case with most questions, readers were split. They also made interesting suggestions. People love top 100 lists. Put in Top 100 Romances in Google search (AAR comes…
Here in the American Southeast, summer is closing in. When Sophie and I walk in my neighborhood, people are out in shorts and slides, and the sound of air-conditioning hums all around us. It’s hot and humid and, by mid day, the intrepid runners pelting past us two old ladies–Sophie is almost 11–are covered in…