My husband and came home from the gym tonight and waited in the car awhile, enjoying the rain and the darkness and the peace and quiet. (Why yes, it is my son’s spring break, why do you ask?) It reminded me of Up a Road Slowly by Irene Hunt, which has a first kiss in a car in the rain, with the windshield wipers singing out “Julie loves Danny, Julie loves Danny…” (Not literally.)
We often discuss our first romance novel — mine was a Barbara Cartland book so obscure, I can’t even find it with Google, though I’m pretty sure it’s same as Amanda McCabe’s first, mentioned here — but I wonder if that was my first romantic moment in a book? I’m pretty sure I read it before Taran and Eilonwy.
I remembering discovering romances, but I have no memory of discovering romance. But I feel like there was immediate recognition, like the first time you take a bite of chocolate. Oh yes, this is for me.
P.S. Oh, I think I found it! I really though the title was something like “The Lord and The Gypsy, “but this description is very familiar. I remember they had a betting book. Oh yes, and I remember this cover vividly. It was kind of an outlier for Cartland, who strongly favored blonde heroines.