Look at my life, look at my choices: Alyse reads "Fifty Shades of Grey"
Approximately eight sentences in:
Three chapters in, at which point approximately nothing of note has happened:
Feelings in re: Ana’s inner monologue:
Bafflingly, the perfect-brilliant-hot-sexy-billionaire “can’t stay away” from this moron who, it’s worthy of note, drunkenly vomited all over herself during their second encounter:
“I don’t make love. I fuck, hard.”
Randomly, Christian Grey has an explicitly-detailed sex contract:
Oh hai! Bella Ana’s a virgin!
First actual exposure to EL James’s idea of explicit erotic writing:
Truthfully, this was the point at which I started skimming more than reading in an effort not to vomit and/or cry, but subsequent reactions can basically be summed up as follows:
And, to the author:
In conclusion:
And:
