The Grey I'm referring to is not Meredith Grey, but the elusive "50 Shades of..." Christian Grey, a fictional sadist that I cannot get out of my mind. It took me 8 days to plow through 50 Shades of Grey often dropping E.L. James' 400+ whopper on the floor next to me bed as my eyes drooped shut. It took me 7 of those 8 days to realize the front cover of the book is a Gray tie.
Nonetheless, I've had a little over a week to rest and recuperate from my experience with the elusive billionaire playboy CEO, and I ended up walking out of Target with book 2: Fifty Shades Darker. It nearly called to me as I walked by the book section, and with the attractive price of 12 fifty-something, (this week only), I'll soon be back in the land of mental torment.
Don't mistake me, I liked 50 shades, but I have a few thoughts. First of all, I want to shake Anastasia and tell her (and her Inner Goddess) that this relationship is neither healthy or normal. Also, the girl needs to lay off her English Breakfast Tea a bit.... the amount of caffeine she must have coursing through her veins at all times would make it impossible to function.
I also want to thank my friend for likening me to Katherine Kavanaugh the other night. Katherine, while being a devoted friend and complete busybody, needs to take a chill pill. And as for Grey, he's hot and a genius, but he's cray-cray. And can anyone explain how Anastasia attends Washington State University in Portland? Is there a Portland, WA, I don't know about?
To be continued.......
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