For example: I just finished reading Obsidian by Jennifer Armentrout. It was a decent book in some regards. I just couldn't get past the boring and kind of disgusting "romance" between the main characters. They HATED each other for most of the duration of the book, all the while tormenting each other like Kindergartners. Is this the basis of "love" for young adults? Is this what they have to look forward to? Men with bi-polar tendencies and immaturity levels rivaling my eleven year old nephew aren't exactly the highlight of love. I was practically tearing my hair out every time Kat made an immature comment to Daemon.
Who am I to judge though? What do I know about romance?
Nothing, that's what.