Not sure if this makes me a big puss, but I definitely want my HEA. At least when I’m reading romance–it’s what I come to the genre for. The sure and certain knowledge that in the end, love wins and everybody rides off into the sunset to have fantabulous sex forever.

Other genres, it’s not as necessary to me, but romance? I say, it’s not really a romance if it has a sad ending. (Not to say a romantic story, or a love story can’t end sadly–but to be classified as romance–HEA all the way, baby!)