This title: Fifty Shades of Grey has been floating around in my sphere for a long while, and I thought I’d eventually check it out, until the other night when one of my foxes told me to read it. Implored, is more like it. She thrust her Kindle at me and said, “Just take it. Let me know when you finish reading it. Go. Now.”
And so I wandered home from her place some time after 11 PM, and started reading before bed. I finally turned the lights out nine chapters later at 2:15 AM.
In the morning, I did what anyone in my shoes would do: I packed my kids off to school, returned home and made a pot of coffee, hunkered down with a crap load of Easter chocolates and with my friend’s precious Kindle. For the rest of the day.
I finished it less than 24 hours after I started it. I’m nearly done with book number two, and so far, I have no firm plans to leave my house this weekend. Nor my couch.
Listen, this series isn’t going to win any literary prizes – frankly, the writing is terrible, and in lots of places it’s downright lazy – but it’s just some simple titillation. It’s springtime, don’tcha know. And it’s not offensive – at least, not to me – but then, you know how I am. (Heh.) Many might find it… surprising. I liken it to the Twilight series (almost exactly) only with all the sex in it this time, hallelujah. And it’s of the kinky variety. The anticipation actually makes you tense when you read it… you might need a smoke afterwards.
Maybe a tissue, too. 😉
PS – Please don’t say the words “mommy porn” to me. That kind of ridiculous terminology needs to disappear. Like Laters, baby.
What was the last book you read that you couldn’t put down?