Sigh...Mr. Darcy!

I just finished watching the A&E presentation of Pride and Prejudice, (for the 100th time, I'm certain) and I just gotta say, "Will I ever stop loving this movie? uh...no. No, I will not." And you know what....I'm a little concerned about myself. Maybe, just maybe now, I am sort of a romantic. MAYBE. A little. Because lately I find myself saying this ALOT:

"I'm not usually a fan of romance, but I'm so loving this sort of romance book by, blah, blah..."

Twice now I've read a romance novel thinking, "OK, I'll read it because I trust the person who recommended it, but I'm not a romance gal." Twice, I loved loved LOVED the books!
Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. What a gushy title! And the cover even had the typical "lady-in-the-fancy-red-dress", so when my mother-in-law handed me the book, I didn't think I was even going to make through my usual 5 Chapter Commitment. HA! I read the whole book in 3 days. Now I'm reading the first book in The Gresham Chronicles by Lawana Blackwell. My sweet friend Patti loaned them to me. She's my pastor's wife. I had to at least try. I love it. I'm PITIFUL! Get me out of this genre! I was very content in the classics, thank you very much! Historical fiction, suspense, a little light comedy maybe. But romance?? ew.
And it's not just books...how many times did I rewind the piano scene in Pride & Prejudice, when Elizabeth is playing the piano and singing and Mr. Darcy is just gazing at her, completely lost. How many times? No WAY will I tell you! This is wrong on so many levels. Somebody stop me.