You and I are mirror images, because I love generally happy stories with just a shiver of angst to remind everyone happiness is fleeting. :)
Well, it's not that I don't like happy tales - if they're well written and not too sappy (or sappy in the right way :) ) I can enjoy them very much! (Especially the type you mention, where disaster is lurking just around the corner and everyone pretends they don't notice, even though they do...) It's just that I tend to be pretty difficult to please when it comes to fluff and humor: it has to hit the right tone with me, I need to be in the right mood, and so on and so forth... I have the same with movies and series, I guess: there aren't that many that make me laugh out loud, but when I find one that does, I can watch it a dozen times over!
Angst, on the other hand, makes me happy pretty easily. (which, now I re-read that sentence, is a bit of a contradictory statement, no? *g*)
My relationship with hurt/comfort is of the love/hate type, really. :) Because some - okay, much of what gets written is, let's say, not very qualitatively pleasing. *g* If it's reaaally pathetic hurt and reaaally mushy comfort, I tend to squeeze my eyes shut and click away. But if it's subtle, and in character, and somewhat realistic - mmmh. Can't get much better than that...
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Well, it's not that I don't like happy tales - if they're well written and not too sappy (or sappy in the right way :) ) I can enjoy them very much! (Especially the type you mention, where disaster is lurking just around the corner and everyone pretends they don't notice, even though they do...) It's just that I tend to be pretty difficult to please when it comes to fluff and humor: it has to hit the right tone with me, I need to be in the right mood, and so on and so forth... I have the same with movies and series, I guess: there aren't that many that make me laugh out loud, but when I find one that does, I can watch it a dozen times over!
Angst, on the other hand, makes me happy pretty easily. (which, now I re-read that sentence, is a bit of a contradictory statement, no? *g*)
My relationship with hurt/comfort is of the love/hate type, really. :) Because some - okay, much of what gets written is, let's say, not very qualitatively pleasing. *g* If it's reaaally pathetic hurt and reaaally mushy comfort, I tend to squeeze my eyes shut and click away. But if it's subtle, and in character, and somewhat realistic - mmmh. Can't get much better than that...