Okay, so every book has a romantic hero–or heroine, or both. They’re the ones we cheer for as the story unfolds. They’re the ones we fall in love with. They’re strong, and smart, and honorable and generous. Sure, they have their faults–after all, they’re human, right? (Well, within the context of the story, they are.)
Who are the most memorable? I can hear you hollering, Rhett Butler, from Gone With The Wind. Johnny Depp, from Pirates of the Caribbean. Jamie Fraser, from Outlander. Gandolf, from Lord Of The Rings. James Bond. Tarzan. The Cat In The Hat.
And maybe you’re wrinkling your nose as I add, Hannibal Lector. To me, Hannibal is a great hero, perhaps more than a little flawed–that unfortunate taste for human flesh. But he bravely rescued Clarice from the wild boars, he introduced her to fine wine and sumptuous living, he took care of her.
He said, First principle, Clarice. Simplicity. Of each particular thing, ask What is it, of itself?
Intelligent. Brave. Caring. Yup, Hannibal is a romantic hero.