Is anyone else in disbelief of the
craze over Fifty Shades of Grey like
me? One friend told me she was getting
so hot she had to pull the covers off.
Another, who told me she’d read one book during the whole time of
residency, said she read the entire trilogy in one week. I admit to reading the occasional trashy
romance novel and not skipping the raunchy parts, but what is up with this book
that’s got girls and women going nuts?!?
I haven’t been reading much lately,
but I finally downloaded it and was slow getting around to starting it. When I was only about 5% into the book
(Kindle readers understand this lingo), I thought I got the fascination. Christian Grey is one of those crushes we’ve
all had at some point or another. You
know what I mean, when you think to yourself that there’s no way in a million
years you could ‘be together,’ where you think about him all the time, and when
he speaks to you, you feel a little flutter in your breath. The circumstances usually allow for the crush
to remain a crush; rationally, you know it’s never going to happen, and you
know if you actually got to know the guy, you wouldn’t feel the same way. So you’re content to have a crush for a few
days before your mind gets wrapped up in something else. I’ve felt this way so I could see that the
book is just a fantasy – for Ana, the crush is going to turn into reality. So I read on….
Now I’m about 10% into the book,
and I’m getting a little skeptical.
First, Anastasia is not a very realistic character. She says things like, “I was quite shaken,”
has never been drunk, and when she finally does have a few too many margaritas,
she calls Grey. By the time you can
legally drink, your drunk dialing days should be in your past. But I was warned that although the story is
entertaining, the writing isn’t the best, so I forgive E.L. James. But for Mr. Grey himself? He sounds like a total jerk! Who wants his date to call him by his last
name and purposefully makes her feel uncomfortable? Come on, Ana, have a little self-respect,
girlfriend!
I am, of course, going to finish it
– I’ve got to see for myself what’s causing all the rage. I’m writing about this now, though, because
I’m not even to the part where, as yet another friend put it, they have
“regular sex,” and given that my cheeks are already a little pink, I’m sure I
will be too flushed to comment after reading what I’ve been told is
coming.
The Spiveys
