There is this assumption that those who are majoring in English cannot love a good generic romance novel. Professors often bash these books calling them idle readings, or (sometimes) trash, but I love these novels.

All the gush and obvious plot, that make most English majors squirm in disgust, excite me and make me happy.

The true reason behind my affection toward these books is very simple, these were the some of the books that were most available to me while growing up.

Now I know that as an English major, it's expected of me to love the classics and to crave literature that urges me to think, but those weren't the books that caught the attention of my 12 year old self. I remember it as if it were yesterday, when I picked my first Danielle Steel novel off the shelf, my life has never been the same.

Reading romance novels felt like home, because growing up in a Hispanic household, novelas were a common part of my upcoming too. The star crossed lovers that had to overcome ridiculous obstacles in which death nor evil can prevent them from being together.

It all moves me, which is not easy to do. These books made me believe that love something that can actually happen, something that at age 20f isn't completely convinced of, but in those moments spent reading those pages was a reality.

Romance novels also gave me my first heartbreak -Danielle Steel's "Echoes" just in case you were wondering which book broke my heart -not because of the petty reasons you may think, but because sometimes life doesn't go as planned and it breaks us in ways we didn't know we could be broken.

There are life lessons hidden in between the overrated romantic love lines, one of which is hope. Not hope to find the one and only, but hope that at the end of the day love prevails regardless of the hardship and chaos surrounding it.

Classical literature pieces talk about love too, but they do so in such a morbid way that it is hard to believe that pure love even exists. As an English major I have a deep appreciation for classical literature and it will always have a special place in my heart, but sometimes when I'm reading I find myself asking "when is anyone going to catch a break and just be happy?" It doesn't happen to often and that's okay.

But in those moments when I am reading those romance novels I forget about everything that is happening around me, the good and especially the bad- which seems to be happening more and more these days all around the world.

Instead I get to read about how, against all odds, the protagonist of the story finds happiness in a way that anyone can relate to and dream about one day happening to them, which is something that some authors of classical literature are incapable of writing about.

Mark Twain once said, "if you're a cynic before the age of 45 then you've lived to much, but if you reach the age of 45 and are not a cynic then you haven't lived enough."

Romance novels let me forget about how much of a cynic I am and they allow me to give in to the pure happiness I felt when I was 12 years old reading that first book.

And that is a feeling I hope to always be able to remember, and if reading cheesy romance novels is what I need to do in order to feel it, then so be it.