Yes, I am very grateful despite the fact that I ended up loathing this book. I was lent it and I am very grateful to that person.

I should state, for the record, that I was did not buy this book. So let’s call this after my favorite safe word: Julie Andrews! My!” Perhaps, “Where There’s a Will, There’s an Ellipsis” or “The Whiner, the Witch, and the Wanker”? No, I’ve got it: “Oh Bondage! Up Yours!” but I wouldn’t want to associate X-Ray Spex with this book. Something succinct like: “50 Shades of Grey, 7 Shades of Scarlet, & 372 Pages of Dumb.” Or maybe: “120 Days of Boredom.” What about: “The Story of Oh. In writing this, I’ve been thinking of alternate titles, something that plays on the title of the book, what it is about, and how I feel about it. At one point, I had to start drinking heavily. I wanted to scratch my eyes out or maybe the characters’. But this was not WTF in an absurd, adorable way. After all, WTFery is simply the absurd taken to new heights of, well, of absurdity. If I was not a fan of WTFery, I would not have enjoyed afternoon soap operas for most of my teen years. I was told that there was a high level of WTFery but I ignored this warning.

I was intrigued by the fact that the book was apparently once a Twilight fan fiction piece entitled Master of the Universe and featured a BDSM relationship between the main protagonists. So I’m pretty much in the minority when it comes to this book as I hated it.įifty Shades of Grey came to my attention during a Twitter conversation. This review is being posted in lieu of a morning opinion piece because it is an opinion piece of sorts and because, well, it is verbose.

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