Weird is the new brilliant.
I’m reading the very weird “Fifty Shades of Grey”. If you don’t
know what that is and haven’t heard of it yet, you have either been living
under a rock or have just landed from some other planet. Or, well... you are
just weird!
Ok, confession time. This much-hyped, totally overrated, erotic
romance full of “kinky f***ery” and BDSM elements? Well, I’m on the last part
of the trilogy :l
Fine, go ahead - Judge me. I don’t particularly like it, but
I’m still reading it. I mean I even know how it will end. And there is really
no plot except all the heavy duty sex. And yet, I’m reading this weird set of
books. Sometimes I really feel I read books compulsively. If I have it, I must
read it. Even if it’s boring or bad. I don’t think I have ever left a book
halfway. Oh wait! I have. ‘My Name is Red’ by Orhan Pamuk. But I’m hoping to
finish it one day soon. Maybe after Fifty Shades. If I can go through 3 books
of Grey, then I can definitely go back to Red!
