I almost didn’t write this post because I was tired. Then I decided I am always tired and if I used that excuse all the time there would be no blog. And I had to tell y’all about the Fifty Shades of Grey book club! (And yes, I’m marrying a Southern boy so I can say y’all now).
Last night book club gathered around a box (or two or three) of pizza and a thematic cake to discuss the already much discussed “mommy porn” slash erotica novel sweeping the nation. It was one of our best turnouts for book club and our best level of reading participation. Who knew – all we needed to do to get people to read was add lots of crazy sex. Duly noted.
The feelings were a little mixed but most people really liked the book, with the majority having already sped through the rest of the trilogy. We all agreed the writing left something to be desired, but it was a pleasant suraprise to find that the book contained an actual plot. My (similar) thoughts and feelings are described here. We had plenty to say about it all, and the talk only involved a little cringing and blushing from those participating.
While I was against picking E L James’ Fifty Shades of Grey for book club, I now take it back. Perhaps due to super low expectations, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would and it made for a very fun book club.