Romance is dead--Henry James killed it

I'm reading The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James for a literature class, and I am not enjoying it. I'm too much of a romantic for his realism. No one in the novel ends up happy! The main character, Isabel is proposed to three times. Two of the men love her, and one man only likes her money. Guess which guy she marries? The one who doesn't love her. Gah! And of course, she's miserable, and loses the independence she was trying to hold onto back when she refused the first two guys. Not to mention Isabel's stepdaughter that has to spend the rest of her life in a convent because her father won't let her marry the man she loves. Ah, well, I guess I'll just have to go back to good old Mark Twain. I can always count on Tom Sawyer to be romantic.