Book Tropes I Will Defend With My Whole Chest
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Let’s get one thing straight: book tropes are not the problem. Book tropes are the reason I keep reading instead of doing productive things like laundry or basic adult responsibilities.
They’re comfort food. They’re fan service. They’re chaotic emotional support. And I’m going to list mine like I’m writing a dating profile, because they deserve it.
Tropes I Will Go to War For:
1. Enemies to Lovers
The tension. The bickering. The “there’s something in your eyes” moment. I want them to LOATHE each other until they’re ready to throw hands or make out; either works.
2. Found Family
Nothing gets me like a group of misfits slowly learning to love each other. Bonus points if there’s a grumpy one who pretends they don’t care but would die for everyone.
3. Grumpy x Sunshine
The human equivalent of a raincloud falling for a glitter bomb. Yes. Inject it. I don’t care how many times I’ve read this.
4. There’s Only One Bed
Peak unhinged tension. I live for the awkward blanket negotiations and the we’re not touching lies. If one of them ends up cuddling the other mid-sleep? I will squeal.
5. The Morally Gray Love Interest Who Needs Therapy
I cannot fix him. But I can read about him while yelling “BABE NO” every other chapter. I see the red flags. I use them as bookmarks.
Bonus: Tropes I Judge but Still Secretly Eat Up
Insta-Love
Do I roll my eyes? Absolutely. But if he’s obsessed and she’s confused and it’s spicy? I’m here.
Amnesia Plotlines
Look. I know it’s soap opera trash. I also know I’ll keep turning the pages like my life depends on it.
Tropes are tools. Some are hammers. Some are glitter glue. Some are dumpster fires I keep coming back to because I love the smell of chaos in the morning.
And if you don’t like any of these? That’s fine. Just don’t come for my morally gray chaos boys or my emotionally unavailable softies, okay?