Okay, I admit it. I just finished reading the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. I did it. I couldn't stand hearing about it on talk shows and the radio, so I jumped on the bandwagon and bought it. Plus, well... I like readin' dirty stuff, what can I say?
If you haven't heard about the book series by E.L James, let me say that the media has nicknamed it, "Soft porn for housewives." Let's see... I'm a housewife, I'm kinda soft, and well... it's porn. Who doesn't love some good ol' porn every now and then?
I ordered it on my Kindle (because God knows I would NOT go in and buy it at Barnes and Noble... wouldn't that be just the time that my kid's school principal would walk up and say hi?) And I started reading it with an attitude of nonchalance, I mean heck... how good could it possibly be? Right off the bat it was (in my humble opinion) crappily written. Cliche this, cliche that... I was waiting for the pizza boy to show up and ask her if she wanted a bite of his pepperoni for goodness sake.
But dangit... then it got good. Really good. Like, lay on the couch and make a face while reading it kinda good. Oh you know when an author says something like, "As he ran his fingers up my leg, my mouth formed a perfect O" that you find yourself mimicking the mouth action... it's like watching a Rocky movie and realizing you're dodging the punches as that big ass Russian dude pummels him to bits.
And I ended up falling in love/lust... what the heck ever, with Ana Steele and Christian Grey and all their weirdo~ kinky~ naughty~ tie me up and beat me with a flogger glory. It was SOOOO dirty, but SOOOO entertaining. Plus I'm kind of a sucker for the ol' girl next door, meets a hot ass billionaire who wants to buy her sports cars and closets full of new clothes... call me a gold digger... sigh.
And besides all the hoo hoo bangin' there's actually a plot. And some intrigue. And some fun characters to enjoy (I personally LOVE Taylor the bodyguard.) Of course you can't get two pages without Ana and Christian bumpin' uglies on the couch, in the kitchen, in the elevator, on a piano, pool table, car, boathouse, hotel, airplane, yacht, or shower, but honest... there's a plot in there somewhere.
And before I forget, this might be a good time to add this: **Disclaimer for my dear husband who reads all of my blog posts: This in NO way means that I want to be handcuffed, blindfolded and/or whipped with a riding crop... nope, mama doesn't like pain. Thank you very much.**
So I guess what I'm trying to say (since I do occasionally recommend books to my bloggy friends) is that it's a pretty fun book series... as long as you can stomach talk of plugs, beads, and mind blowing orgasms.
I give it two thumbs up (no pun intended.)
{giggle}
;)
The first thing I thought was OH NO now she's gonna be looking for handcuffs???
Posted by: Sid | May 12, 2012 at 08:27 PM