Recently, during some downtime at the desk, a coworker and I found ourselves in a discussion about reader’s advisory in general, and of certain genres of books in particular. I flat out dismissed the romance genre as being too formulaic and of also perpetuating and idolizing scenarios that just don’t gel with reality, possibly creating false hopes and longings in some of its readers in the process. My co-worker, however, felt that romance has its place. (Cue The Price is Right losing horn here.) I also expressed a similar attitude about fantasy and science fiction, although she more vigorously disagreed with me on those. My problem with said genres, I explained, is that what you’re reading is someone else’s fantasy, and many of these fantasies are very much alike. I don’t personally dream about wars in outer space or going around slaying dragons, so I really can’t relate.