Well, I did it.
Over the weekend, I read the entire Grey series by E.L. James: Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades of Darker, and Fifty Shades Freed. I admit, it was H-O-T stuff. Once I got over the initial shock, it was impossible to stop reading. I finished Fifty Shades late Friday evening then purchased the other two minutes later. My nose has been glued to the Kindle.
Husband got home from work Friday and his supper was ready …. among other things. Every time I’d giggle, he’d look at me with a very strange expression. IF HE ONLY KNEW! Finally, I let him in on what I was reading. I got the usual eye-roll and he continued watching the tee-vee.
Every couple of hours, Husband checked my vitals because, you know, I’m not usually quiet for extended periods of time. (He was genuinely concerned. Yeah, he was generally concerned for my safety …. ahem.) He’d ask, “Are you okay?” And I’d nod and smile. Oh yes, I’m juuuuuust fine!
I’ve been contemplating what exactly I would share in this blog post. After I posted this, I received interesting messages and phone calls.
This weekend, I have:
- Blushed 50 shades of crimson
- Detached the Kindle from my hands only for brief periods of time to attend a ladies night event (alcohol was involved, as were comments about Grey!) and church (oh my!)
- Giggled like a schoolgirl.
- Eyed my husband.
- Shaved my legs.
- Lost 3 pounds (eating has not been a priority this weekend!)
- Ignored my to-do list. Completely.
- Charged my Kindle.
- Laughed, gasped, and provided other dramatic expressions.
- Found the gray silk tie Husband wore on our wedding day.
Now, I would love nothing more than if all of you read the GREY TRILOGY and then we can all meet for dinner and drinks to discuss. I think it’s the hottest, sexiest, most provocative, scandalous page-turner I’ve ever read. After all, I have spent the past 60 hours giggling and listening to my inner goddess hoot and holler.
If you need more convincing, read this. Michelle is a fan, as am I. Another blogger offered a review but was disappointed in the poor editing (i.e. grammar, dialogue, over-use of exclamation points, etc). However, she said it made her “girly parts” happy. SCORE!
While I agree the dialogue was repetitive, and the use of exclamation points (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) was ridiculous, my attention was NOT on punctuation, grammar, or writing quality. I was more interested in twitchy palms.
I’m blushing again.
Listen to your inner goddess and read these books!
I promise you this: when you get to the end of book one, you will not be able to stop your Inner Goddess from purchasing the next two. I’m blaming the additional costs at Amazon.com on her. Besides, Husband didn’t complain about the extra $20 charge on his credit card in the wee hours of Saturday morning.
Now, I must devote some time and energy to the To-Do List taped to the fridge. It includes going to the dentist (check!), vacuum all the dust bunnies that are living in our home (among other gross crumbs under the kitchen cabinets) and empty the dishwasher that’s been clean since Thursday. I’ve been distracted. REALLY distracted, Y’all!!!!!!