Let’s Talk About Sex. In the 90s, that was a famous song by Salt and Pepa.
We are always told that sex sells. E L James has managed to use it to draw interest in the “Fifty Shades of Grey” trilogy and turn it into a phenomenon for readers everywhere.
Anyone who knows me knows how much I love to read. My library card is one of my favorite things.
I love the stories that are created in other people’s minds and shared through the words spelled out on pages of a book. It relaxes and entertains me to read.
I usually end my days (no matter how late it is) by reading a book, even if only a couple of pages. It clears my mind to concentrate on something other than my everyday life.
Reading gives you the freedom to get lost inside of a story. I love that.
So naturally, as “Fifty Shades of Grey” began to get more publicity and to grow in popularity, all my friends wanted to know if I had read this series of books that I have heard being referred to as “porn on a page.”
At any given time I have at least three or four books stacked up on my nightstand, just waiting for their turn to captivate me.
Also, I try not to fall into the “popular thing of the moment.” I figured I would get around to them just like the “Twilight” series and the “Hunger Games” trilogy but I wasn’t fighting anyone in the stores aisles for a copy.
I continued to hear much about this book. “Racy” was the most popular word used to describe it.
Women were admitting that it was refreshing their sex life with their husbands. It made me curious, but I continued to follow my other fiction novels.
Then one of my closest friends told me that she broke down and bought “Fifty Shades of Grey” to read on her summer vacation. She was already hooked into the storyline and while she admitted that it was racy, she followed that with, “but you HAVE to read it.”
She and I agreed that it would be the book that reunited us with our book club that we had deserted nearly a year before.
(Okay, so it was a “book club” whose members only included my friend and myself and it was usually held over Wednesday night wine tasting but still, it was “our book club.”)
Without much hope, I decided to try to get it through the library. As I logged onto the library website, as I suspected, there were more than 300 standing requests for this book.
I quickly logged out and added the title to my weekly grocery list.
I sit now with the paperback version next to my computer, the cover taunting me to open it and begin reading this story of sex. Let’s see what the fuss is all about.
To be continued ...
Edited by Jody Smith