The past few weeks I have been spending many afternoons visiting an elderly relative at a local nursing home. Since my schedule doesn’t normally allow for daytime television viewing I was surprised to discover how much has changed in recent years. As I strolled past the common area the theme song for The Young and the Restless stopped me in my tracks. Growing up I spent many hours curled up on the couch with my sisters watching Victor and Nikki make every relationship mistake possible. Although I knew that the soap opera genre had been struggling on television, I didn’t realize the number of casualties. Instead of twelve, the number of daytime serials running when I was a teenager, there are now four survivors.
Looking back I realize that soap operas probably nurtured my early affection for romance novels. Despite convoluted storylines and relationship instability, the core theme was always about finding love. Viewers tuned in day after day hoping to see their favorite couple find a happy ever after.
It saddens me to see the genre slowly dying out. Tuning into a talk show where doctors showcase all the things that can kill me or a cooking show making all the things that will kill me doesn’t excite me. I guess it’s another reason to appreciate my Kindle full of romance novels. They won’t be disappearing anytime soon.