Oh My God, You Guys

Oh My God, You Guys

I’ve been reading maniacally lately. Just can’t get enough. You going to laugh when I tell you what.

Fifty Shades of Grey.

Uh huh.

I read all three books in 6 days.

If you’re not aware, it’s fan fiction based on Twilight but with massive amounts of dominant/submissive sex.

Yup.

It’s totally cheesy, poorly written (like Twilight, IMHO) and full of hot sex. It’s been called “mommy porn”, a moniker which makes me cringe. I had it on my iPad so obviously no one knew what I was reading. There I was at the Karate studio or working out, or waiting for a friend at a restaurant reading this tawdry tale. I found that endlessly hilarious. My dirty secret.

It reminded me of the paperback crap I would read laying out by the pool when I was in high school like Jackie Collins’ Lucky. Titillating garbage.

In other, more respectable book news, (ahem) I came across this lengthy list of memoirs today on the Hairpin and I’m not even kidding, my heart started racing with excitement. That is what a nerd I am. I love love love memoirs, biographies and the like. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some fiction too. But I enjoy knowing that something REALLY happened. (I was devastated, along with Oprah, when it came out that James Frey made up the majority of his memoir “A Million Little Pieces”) I’ve heard of a lot of these and am excited to dig in.

Pardon me while I continue my daydream of being locked in Tattered Cover for days surrounded by all of those delicious books.