Mom: You’re hair looks good. I like that color.
Me: Thanks. It’s my natural color. Can’t you tell by all the gray in it?
Mom: You’ve always had white hairs mixed in with the red.
Fallen Angel (my sister): Yeah, this is the first time I’ve seen either one of you with your natural hair color…ever.
Me: (Laughing) That’s not true.
Fallen Angel: Yes it is. You should title your book Fifty Shades of Red. Remember that time when you let your friend color it that purplish-red color. That looked awful.
Me: Thanks….I liked it. (Trying to hide my bruised ego.)
Mom & Fallen Angel: (Laughing)
That conversation got me to wondering again what all the fuss was about. About that book, Fifty Shades of Grey. I know its old news to most of you, and it would be to me too if I had ever read the book. However I don’t read much, other than blogs and articles online. When I was in high school I read constantly. I was the girl who always had a book with her, always got to class early, and to avoid unwanted social contact, always just sat and read until class started. Yes, I was a mega nerd.
Since then I think I’ve read maybe a dozen books over the last twenty years, and none in the last fifteen years. So my sister, who is an avid reader and loves her Kindle, always picks at me when I say I want to read a book. She always asks, “You can read? I didn’t know you could read.” She’s very funny. Of course I can read. My attention span just isn’t long enough for me to read anything longer than a few pages. I’m not sure why, or when that happened, but that’s just how it is. Until now.
While my parents were visiting, they took my sister’s room, she took my room, and I was banished to the loft. Since I had no tv on the loft, I was left with just my phone to entertain me. Knowing that my sister probably had hundreds of books on her Kindle account, I decided to download the Kindle app and see what she had.
She had the usual romance novels, vampire books, and westerns/horse books. The one that caught my eye though was Fifty Shades of Grey. She even had the second book, Fifty Shades Darker. Now, she had warned me that the writing was not the greatest and the storyline was a bit weak, but who cares…it’s like porn for housewives, or so I’ve heard. So I decided I’d download it. I started reading and got a couple of chapters in before falling asleep. Needless to say, when I remembered it the next day, I was not very impressed. I didn’t have much desire to keep reading so I forgot about it.
A couple of days later I was at work and talking to my coworker, Hamster, about something and I mentioned to him that my sister had talked me into reading Fifty Shades of Grey. He said in his matter of fact tone, “Yeah, my wife read that and when she got done she said, ‘Bedroom. Now!'” His wife is older than him and Continue reading