|Justin Long=usually hot|
As a writer, I like to believe that when love interests are handled well, the reader identifies so closely with the main character, she can understand the attraction, but the reader (and cynic) in me wonders if it's just like those awkward moments from junior high. Maybe attraction is too subjective for the love interest to really have broad enough appeal to seem, you know, interesting to the readers.
This might seem silly, but in the book I'm currently reading, Breathless by Jessica Warman, it's kind of distracting. I've been enjoying the book and I hit this three page stretch that was amazing. It was so good, I wanted to grab someone off the street and read it to them. Then, the vapid boyfriend showed up. Ugh. I feel like screaming, "Katie! I don't care if he's built and has curly hair. He's an idiot!" Why don't they ever listen to me?