When I was in high school, I was addicted to romance novels, then I had my heart broken and didn't believe in love or romance. I married, had three kids, but I was cold and bitter. I hated romance novels. How dare they find the love of their lives, how dare they build up my dreams of happily ever after. Well, I found my happily ever after 3 years ago and so I've returned to the world of romance. This is my first romance novel in over 20 years. I remember Janet Dailey as a favorite and so returned to her. I chose to read the Americana series because I like series and I like Dailey. So I began with A Bed of Grass - which is set in Maryland. I'm not sure if this was the first one she wrote or not, but it was the last one listed on my Nook so I started there. Valerie returns home after her grandfather, who raised her, dies. She runs smack into Judd who fathered her son 7 years ago, but he doesn't know it. Sparks fly, and in the end they admit their love for each other. Romance novels follow a formula, but sometimes I yell at the heroine - run away, start over - find a man who doesn't treat you poorly - but they never listen. Now that I'm older, I wonder how happily they live after all.