I'm a Star Wars fan (movies, not yet as deep as canon-love) for as long as I can remember being alive, a woman, and a mother of three boys and one girl. The idea of Rey (pre-movie viewing) was enough to make me feel positively giddy. The actual portrayal? It moved me to tears. (Yes, much of this movie did, I'm not afraid to admit!)
It is in the literary world, and an important one. There is an ongoing dilemma in the writing world--Should writers write what they feel passionate about or write for the masses? Since first considering crossing genres from contemporary romance into LGBT romance, I learned that this question is driven by much more than sales.