So after my weekend away I crashed all morning and read Fifty Shades of Grey. So my review…
Vanilla Girl with no discernible personality has two Beta orbiters, meets Super-Alpha who struggles with supplying Beta. Vanilla Girl gets wet panties but uncomfortable because of lack of Beta. Vanilla Girl struggles with BDSM desires of Super-Alpha… but cannot resist him like a moth to a very well hung flame.
Anyway… the damn books have out sold the entire Harry Potter series and appear to be keeping Barnes and Noble from going the way of Borders. So you may as well just kiss the custom leather riding crop and assume the position, because the entire world is going to try and cash in on this one over the next few years.
And… as always, anytime the regular non-book buying public actually buy books, all the regular book buying public say the writing is crappy. Go hamster go.
The takeaway is pretty damn clear… millions of women would apparently love, love, love, love, crave, an Alpha male to put his fingers in their
honey pot life and stir it up a bit. Women like a little taste of the metaphorical (or consensual literal) whip once in a while. Learn it, love it, live it.
Also being a billionaire smooths over pretty much everything. Working on it lol.