Never would I let myself spend over 10£ on a book that has stopped teenage girls have one night stands, but instead fucking themselves under their bed sheets while gripping onto the "best-seller erotic novel" that is 50 shades of Grey. Why has this book made so many girls depressed because they don't have a dominant man licking their arousal every minute apart from meal times, where oh god, they must eat (not pussy) food. I went shopping in a hoody and sunglasses, so no one saw me pick up the dreaded 50 shades of fucked up with a huge 3£ sticker over the wording Grey. 50 shades of 3£??? Sounds HOT!
After three weeks of reading, I finally came to the end, and half expected there to be a secret compartment of the book that would tell me the actual legitimate ending. This was a bullshit ending, and I wanted to email El James and tell her what a great fucking fool she was. The shock of finding out what this sex ridden "goddess" looked like made me spit out my dinner and thank the lord I was me. The theory of "you're all mouth" has never been so spot on.
I can imagine what the follow on books are. And never ever will I give into curiosity and lower myself to depth of popular erotic novels again. Lesson well learnt.
