Along with Wit, Charm, Health, and Courage, Princess Amy of Phantasmorania receives a special fairy christening gift: Ordinariness. Unlike her six beautiful sisters, she has brown hair and freckles, and would rather have adventures than play the harp, embroider tapestries . . . or become a Queen. When her royal parents try to marry her off, Amy runs away and, because she's so ordinary, easily becomes the fourteenth assistant kitchen maid at a neighboring palace. And there . . . much to everyone's surprise . . . she meets a prince just as ordinary (and special) as she is!I've always loved this book. The heroine is...ordinary, and yet in spite of that...ordinariness she... See, I used the phrase in spite of... What is so wrong with being ordinary? Do we want to read about extra-ordinary heroines because we want to put ourselves in their shoes? Be other than what we are? Is this perhaps why we (and I'm using we very loosely) voraciously follow celebrities...because we see their life as glamorous? As...not ordinary? Is it our way of cloaking ourselves in a little bit of extra-ordinariness? And is reading about extra-ordinary heroines just another part of that?
The weird thing is, I can't put myself in the shoes of someone extra-ordinary, although it is slightly easier the further removed from reality (in other words - fantasy :) the setting is. And maybe that's a self-image thing or maybe not. I don't know. But...I find I relate that much better to a heroine who isn't...souped up (yes, like a car). A heroine like Amy.
So, which do you prefer? The ordinary heroine or the extra-ordinary? Or somewhere in between? And if you read just m/m romance feel free to apply this question to the hero(es) *grin*
Edited to add: Apologies for being offline for most of this week. I have a heap of chores to get through tonight but I hope to be back online tomorrow visiting!