This post should come with a warning label. Perhaps it should only be available wrapped in a paper sleeve... yes, we are going to get dirty. And I do mean dirty in the allegorical sense. Oh my. If you are a Puritan, if you are holier than thou, if you are basically just uptight and self-righteous, just stop reading, this one-sided conversation is about to get spicy.
Last week, my will was broke. I spotted 50 Shades of Grey sitting prominently on display for sale. And on sale! I had to know what everyone was talking about. I nonchalantly walked passed the shelving and scooped up my copy. I quickly turned the book around, trying to hide my smutty choice. Not that any female over the age of 18 wouldn't recognize that cover, front or back, in an instant. I, like everyone, had heard that this book was dirty, so called "mommy porn". I had no idea what "mommy porn" would be, but still thought that maybe I should try and hide my choice from general public view.
My attempt at hiding my dirty book apparently was not overly successful. Even though my hands also carried a copy of A Tale of a Sixth Grade Muppet and Eating Clean, a salesgirl immediately came up to me to talk about 50 Shades. She needed to inform me that it was the last day of the sale and let me know that I would NEED the other editions as soon as I was done the first. I didn't listen, much to my chagrin this morning. She was right, I do NEED the next book!
I had, most definitely, been avoiding this book. Trying to ignore all the hoopla. But my curiosity got the better of me. And I had to brush my embarrassment under the carpet, take the plunge, and buy the damn book.
Now, after reading the book, I would have no qualms whatsoever about purchasing mommy porn. In fact, I think maybe all books should have a little mommy porn in them. Sure caught my attention and kept it!
The first time I opened 50 Shades, I was slightly underwhelmed. I was a little disappointed. Had no idea what all the buzz was about. But I also had only read 21 pages. My next read, was a little more eventful, and by Chapter 6, I was hooked. And let's just say, I don't care who your are, you can't put a book down while the characters are in the midst of getting freaky. You must, at least, let everyone finish what they need to before you can close them up for the night.
I had no idea when I brought Christian Grey home with me he'd be so dark, such a deviant and so dang sexy! Seriously raising the bar for men everywhere. As twisted as that seems. He is wickedly attractive and scary all at once. I guess it goes back to that "bad boy" ideal. A bad boy turned good, at the hands of a good woman. And deep down, knowing he is still "bad" in all the right ways. Who knew a fictional character, a man existing only between the pages would be so sought after?!
And once you have this naughty book in your grasp, you see it everywhere. You notice everyone is reading it. And you feel a special kinship with that person. They know your dirty little secret. They share your guilty pleasure.
Even though Grey has seduced me to stay up way past my bedtime, waking up tired and sluggish, I will not give him up. Book number two will be in my dirty mitts very soon. So when you see me and think, sheeshh she looks tired, I am. Grey has kept me up. Damn that man.
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