Let’s do this, ladies! I speak, of course, of finally reading “Fifty Shades of Grey,” by E.L. James. Summer’s here, the kids don’t need us, and what relationship couldn’t benefit from a heaping dose of Cholula? Here’s my proposal: If you haven’t read the book yet, read it with me. I’m taking the next two weeks to swim in the erotic fiction that my dad calls “filth.” (Sad, but true. My 70-year-old father beat me to it!) Then, I’ll write an article with my reactions and thoughts and include your comments as well. If you’ve already experienced the mania, feel free to e-mail me your take. Think of me as Oprah with red hair!
And if by some chance you’ve managed to avoid all media references to the Shades of Grey phenomena and haven’t a clue as to what I am referring, allow me to first encourage you to crawl out of whatever dark hole you’ve been hiding in for the past three months. Secondly, let me bring you up to speed. In my understanding, the Shades of Grey trilogy (yes, there are two more books should we crave more!) is the explicit S&M version of the “Twilight” series aimed at all the soccer moms who secretly took sides in the Edward versus Jacob rivalry (Team Edward, baby!)
I guess Ms. James thinks that American suburbanites lead boring, predictable, conservative lives, and are too Stepford to spice things up on our own. (Clearly she has never been to a Saturday morning yard sale with infant carriers on the line!) But I’ll play her game, if for no other reason than to see what all the hoopla is about. At least then I can form an opinion based on actual knowledge of the book, unlike some people I know who trash it without having even perused one page! You can’t judge a book by its cover or its coverage, my friends. That’s called ignorance.
Bottom line for me: I like romance novels (Nora Roberts kills!), I like sexy movies (“Mr. and Mrs. Smith” stands as one of my all-time favorites, but I just saw “This Means War” and it was hot), and I like feeling that spark for my husband after 20 years of being together (without drugs or counseling, thank you very much). If Shades of Grey is an enjoyable read that ups the love ante, I’ll be a happy camper and gladly recommend it to my peeps.
But it will be so much more fun if I have a group of ladies (and/or gentlemen; no gender bias here) with whom I can share. So hit your favorite book store, library or e-book dealer, and let’s do this! Peace out.