Fifty Shades of Nay

I just finished reading Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James and, try as I might, I couldn’t learn to like it. Like Twilight before it, I’m having a difficult time understanding how so many people (ok, mostly women, but I could be wrong) can read it without their suspension of disbelief crashing to the floor on every other page.  I had to keep scooping mine up, glueing it back together, and forcing it back into the story. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good sex scene as much as the next consenting adult, and it’s a rare pleasure … Continue reading