Just two short months ago I had never heard of “Fifty Shades of Grey” or E.L. James. All of that changed on a plane ride from Florida to NYC when a thirty-something woman from Long Island was holding up her I-Pad just high enough (with a very large font) for my husband and I to peruse every word on the screen.
“Thanks for sharing,” I commented as we were disembarking.
“Oh!” she responded, a bit embarrassed (but not really). “Haven’t you heard of Fifty Shades of Grey?”
“All of the women on Long Island are reading it. It’s a trilogy.”
Still uninterested, life went on and I didn’t think of Fifty Shades again.
At the gym a couple of weeks ago a building friend asked me if I had heard of the “Fifty Shades of Grey” trilogy. She is a photographer and had just done a shoot of E.L. James and some of her followers. Now my curiousity was definitely peaked and I went to Amazon and ordered the first book.
I finished it last night. I couldn’t put it down. I am about to order Book 2. I’m so happy that it’s rainy and dank outside so I can have an excuse to lie in bed late this afternoon for a few hours and start reading again.
“Fifty Shades of Grey” is not just about a man with dominant sexual proclivities. It is so much more.
It’s a love story;
It’s a coming of age tale;
It’s psychologically complex;
It’s a modern day fairy tale.
The ending left me sad and I’m hoping that Book 2 changes that… though I’m not very optimistic that it will. Ladies can dream, and E.L. James got that right. I want to buy the first book for every woman I know, and I don’t feel that way often. Read it ladies!
I have to go now. “Fifty Shades Darker” and “Fifty Shades Freed” await me.