Fifty Shades of Grey…

I couldn’t do it.

I could not get through it.

I have failed to finish Fifty Shades Of Grey.

I am a failure.

I am sorry to have let down all woman kind. I mean, if anyone was going to read this book, it would be me. Right?


Very wrong.

Now, I know many smart intelligent women who loved this book. And it is now my opportunity to insult all of you.


How did you ever get through this book?

Were you drunk?

Tell the truth.

You were high, weren’t you?

You sneaky little minxes.

You were high.

And you didn’t share. Pfffff.

So, not only do you like Fifty Shades of Grey, you also do not know how to share.


Sort of like, Christan Grey.

Any ways….

I will pretty much read anything and I really wanted to read this book, which is where I think the problem started.  I expected too much from it.  Or maybe more dirty scenes.

Seriously, I had to skip ahead a whole bunch of times to get to the Hubba, Hubba.  And, once I found the Hubba, Hubba, I liked it.

So here it is.

The problem with Fifty Shades of Grey: Book One of the Fifty Shades Trilogy is….


If I am going to read a book about sex, a book that my girlfriends are mounting their husbands over, then there should be more sex.  Enough with the character development, get to the whips and chains.

I guess I am more of a Penthouse Forum kind of girl. Quick and to the point.

p.s Christian Bale would make a great Christian Grey.