I'm a big fan of a romantic giggle on film, but there's something about reading witty dialogue and clever humour that brings a cheeky grin to my face.
Like everything else, this genre has it's own abbreviation; the Rom Com. We all knew that, right? But I've realised that when a funny movie involves women without romance, it becomes a chick flick or in literature, chick lit (type chic lit quickly and you can find yourself in all sorts of typo strife).
Now, I'm just typing out loud here, but where are the bro-mance or bloke flick, man-lit genres? Maybe we could get that trending #bro-mance!
I truly believe that when you weave the timeless combination of eggplant, forceps, a dog poo in the park, and a summer romance in Melbourne into your masterpiece you've reached some kind of literary utopia.
Keep Hold is out in October. It's a must read if you like moussaka (or nurses or doctors or accountants or dog poo in the park or just a good old romantic comedy).
Available from the publisher; Bold Strokes Books, from October 1 and all of the other usual places mid-month. Follow the link on my site and I'll take you where you need to go.