Do you ever wonder if you are different or simply graze life like a flock of sheep? I like to think of myself as a free-spirited individual who sticks out in a crowd. When all my friends were reading 50 Shades of Gray, I simply laughed as it sounded lame and I wasn’t concerned with following the latest fad.
There have been book series I have read that were popular:
- Twilight (read them all twice)
- Hunger Games (only read once so far, but I loved them all)
- Harry Potter (my kids got me into these. How many, like me, cried when Dumbledore died?)
- Interview with a Vampire (Hmm. I’m beginning to see a trend here)
I’m sure there are other titles I can’t think of at the moment. My sister Laura asked if I wanted to borrow her copy of the first book. Upon completing the first chapter, she realized it was crap and put it down for good. I love dares and challenge and figured I couldn’t judge the book if I hadn’t even read it.
“girl porn” (what did I get myself into now?)
Did I really just agree to read this? Sometimes I wish I could just say no when challenged, but I have done far worse in the past than indulge in a naughty book. Grudgingly, I started reading about Anastasia and Christian’s budding romance.
I am no prude, and I didn’t find the contents the least bit shocking. The dialogue was predictable and the stuff meant to be titillating left me flat. Overall, I found the book poorly written, yet I couldn’t stop poring over the pages. What the heck?
It took me all of three days to finish the first installment. The sad part is, although I agreed the book is crap, I had to find out what would happen next. OY! I promptly called my sister and yelled at her for getting me into this series. After all, wasn’t it her fault I started in the first place?
two books and two weeks later….
OK, I admit it that Laura is not to blame for my interest in blatant girl-porn. It would have been just as easy for me to drop the series after the first volume. Before I know it, I’m standing in line at Costco (like other sheep before me) with the other two books so that I could complete the trilogy.
Does it make me pathetic and sad because I became absorbed with 50 Shades of Gray? Truthfully, I think I found a new genre to enjoy: girl-porn. Now I can relate to the countless others before me because I too share in the obsession.
Have you ever read something you expected to hate, only to be drawn in? I liken it to a train wreck that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. Is there a book or series that you are embarrassed to admit you enjoyed? Please share your thoughts and stories.