I have made a vicious mistake this weekend. I have allowed my thinner half to make me try reading first book from the 50 shades trilogy. As open as I am towards new experiences (I have tried reading novels written by and for women before to please my ex girlfriends), I’ve thought this might even be a worthy ride. Yeah, so the book is probably written for women so much, that someone with less tolerance could wish to murder somebody after reading it, but I can deal with it. I’m mentally strong and all that. At least I can get through that experience totally indifferent at worse.
So, yeah, I’ve picked it up. Started reading it. Continue reading “50 shades of unbearable”