Happy Endings.

The literary kind, you pervs.

Although I have written many blogs and tweets about "The Client List" so, you know, I'm not opposed to hand-jobs or its ilk. 

*cough*

Nora Ephron on happy endings. 

"Movies spent more than half a century saying, 'They lived happily ever after, ' and the following quarter-century warning, 'They'll be lucky to make it through the weekend.' Possibly now we are entering a third era in which movies will sound a note of cautious optimism:  'You know, it just might work.'"

I like happily ever afters. I love dark, cynical stuff ( really I do...I'm at my happiest when reading "Annabel Lee") too, but I do like happy endings.

I realized as I was re-watching Season 1 of  "Touch" the other day that besides its optimistic tone and globally interconnected storytelling, the reason I respond to it so utterly is because every episode has a happy ending. There is a resolution of some type for each of the interlaced humans that the episode has focused on. They're not all necessarily happily ever afters, but it's more often than not the case. I mean, I cry at the end of each episode. Bawling, ugly tears too. 

I read romance novels for the happily ever afters as well. I may not like every single Harlequin I read, but I do appreciate that, when buying one, I am guaranteed a happy ending. The hero will always come for the heroine, and, if I'm really lucky, there will be an epilogue with an even more awesome happily ever after.

Romance novel readers now what I'm talking about ;) 

Anyway, I don't really have a point here, but, again, the blog needed updating and happy endings were on my mind. I have very little hope left that I will some day achieve the happy ending I desire, but I have learned how to be happy with what my ending presently is.

By reading romance novels and watching TV shows and films obviously. 


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