There's a woman on the bus who reads romance novels during her ride downtown.
That's fine. I'm not judging her.
But I assume she is on her way to work. And it just seems like going from the world of her books to real life could be an uncomfortably jarring change.
Reading one of those at bedtime, that I could see. But to be immersed in the story of a beautiful, headstrong lass one moment and then walk right into “You're late — I need you to redo that inventory report”…well, that seems like an invitation to experience emotional whiplash.
But maybe that woman puts her book aside but keeps thinking about the story. And when her boss is giving her a bad time about some minor matter, maybe she's nodding but actually thinking about a handsome outcast who simply needed the love of a special woman to be the man he yearned to be.