Yesterday I wrote about men who needed fixing. There are plenty of fictional damsels-in-distress, too, who need to be rescued from themselves--and, preferably, by themselves.
Personally, I want to read about strong, well-balanced heroines who take control of their lives--or at least try to, if things get out of control. They might (briefly) fell sorry for themselves, but they don't wait for someone to rescue them.
Hmm. Except for Stephanie Plum, who is often rescued by tall, dark, and handsome.... These men follow her off bridges and find her in kitchen cabinets, rescue her from cement shoes and too-tight leather pants, try to seduce her in closets (with the bad guys on the other side of the door), have sex with her in Porsches, and handcuff her (naked) to shower curtain rods.
Once again, there's an exception to every rule. If you do it well, you can get away with breaking those rules.
And, if you're Janet Evanovich, you have an adoring public (count me in!) pre-ordering the next Stephanie Plum adventure.
I want to be Janet Evanovich when I grow up.