So since the release of Silent Echo, I’ve heard the term “insta-love” bandied about a lot.  And, yes, I will admit that SE does have a bit of precipitous passion, rapacious rapture, accelerated ardor (Pardon – am feeling very “alliterative” today), but allow me a quick poll:  Raise your hand if you have ever been in love.  If you were here with me now, you’d see my own hand raised high (ok, I must type, so its really my metaphorical hand in the air), and I can only imagine how many of you were inclined to do the same.  As for myself, I can honestly say that I am still maddeningly in love with my husband of eighteen years and I can remember the exact “insta” when I fell hard.  I won’t get into too much detail here, but suffice to say that it had something to do with me noticing the purity and shape of his kind green eyes which have not changed by so much as a single fleck over the years.

And so when I see insta-love in a book, I relate.  I swoon.  I believe.  What can I say?  Call me a romantic …(believe me, I could think of worse insults.)

Here are some of my all time favorite insta-love books.  What are yours?