I started reading 50 Shades of Grey a few weeks ago. (Internet + bridge = SIGN ME UP.) I got maybe 20-30% of the way in, then declared on Twitter that I couldn’t continue reading it, not even for the sex. (Granted, I was only one sex scene in at the time.)
It’s not that the writing is bad, although it is. It’s not that I want to pick up Ana’s subconscious and beat her inner goddess with it, although I do. My main issue at the time was that I hated both of the main characters. Deeply.
Figuring that life is too short to continue reading books that piss me off, I gave up on it. There is, after all, so much good stuff to watch on TV/Netflix! But on Saturday, I slept until noon (can I get a HELLS YEAH), and when I woke up, M was engrossed in playing Gran Turismo on the PS3. I thought, now would be a perfect time for a book. However, I felt really guilty buying a new book when I have two unread books languishing on my Kindle. (Insurgent is the other, and it has not been getting good reviews, and I was just … not in the mood. [See what I did there?])
So I started back in on 50SoG, figuring I could at least mock it heavily on Twitter. You see where I’m going with this, right?
Not only did I finish the first book that day, I bought the second one and stayed up half of Saturday night reading it.
I don’t hate Ana anymore, although she can still be supremely annoying. I … have actually come to like Christian, despite the fact he is decidedly nutballs. I *am* very tired of reading about him “finding his release.” The author is perfectly fine using synonyms about Ana, so I don’t know why she’s so stuck on this particular phrase with Christian.
The “submissiveness” angle is not as bad as I thought it was going to be, either.
I’m still surprised at myself.
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Speaking of confessions (which is forever linked with Usher in my brain), why yes I DID fall down the stairs at work on Friday. In front of two (male) coworkers. The entire top of my left foot was swollen and purple. I would take a picture of it, but the effing camera on my effing phone is broken. I live one freeway exit away from the mall, but still haven’t gotten my butt in gear to take it to the Apple store. Procrastinators, unite! (You know, later.)