I’ve finally joined the bandwagon and indulged my curious mind into the erotic romance trilogy of Fifty Shades of Grey. I honestly can’t remember the last time, if ever, sitting still and reading three books in a row, each over 500 pages in length, without wanting to jump off the nearest cliff.
E L James is truly a master of her words and it’s only deserving that her works earn the title of #1 New York Times Bestseller. I found it odd hiding from my father while reading, feeling embarrassed about the page turning sexual exploits. Although not realistic, I swear he was able to read my thoughts and by far, those were far from G-rated.
There is something about Christian Grey that has me wanting to seek him in real life. His struggle, power and experience is extremely alluring and after completing the trilogy, I was sickened that my fictitious love affair was over.
I willingly became victim of the Christian Grey effect. At work I would bite my lip seeing if I could seduce a crush, but that felt extremely awkward and I failed miserably. I wound up being offered Chapstick instead. I even picked up a drinking habit, purchasing multiple bottles of wine and savoring each glass because Mr. Grey enjoyed wine. Like a lunatic, I also googled all the musical artists referenced in the book and made a playlist so I could share a special moment with this imaginary character.
Although this blog reveals my weakness for a good read, I’m positive there are other folks that have done the same, if not more extreme things after reading Fifty Shades of Grey. These books are addictive and if you don’t believe me, simply spend the afternoon at Barnes & Noble and you’ll easily turn from a skeptic into a believer.