Oh, and this picture right here, it is my life. But lets be honest, no therapist could convince me that Grey is not out there.
Here is the thing. I started reading on a plane ride back to Lubbock one day and haven't stopped since.
Did you know these books are dirty? I didn't until I was wandering near the ozone layer. I'm not sure it is true but I'm pretty positive the girls next to me knew what was up the whole time. Or she was trying to get a peek. She was engaged, and I wish her all the luck, and that her life be filled with nights of red rooms.
But this is where my obsession began, and now I can't seem to get out of it. See, I've read the first book three times and am on my second run through the series. I'm telling you, Christian Grey has really got it going on. And not just because he runs his fingers through his dark lushes locks or lets his chest hair peek out the tops of his crisp white shirts. No no, those are only little things I love about him.
Oh, and for the record, if whomever they cast for the movie doesn't have chest hair the will NOT be seeing my money at the box office.
Oh, and for the record, if whomever they cast for the movie doesn't have chest hair the will NOT be seeing my money at the box office.
The love I have for these books seemed okay up until a few days ago. My roommate Kristin is a bit upset that I am now reading them for the second time yet haven't even finished the Hunger Games once. Stupid Capitol trying to send me back into the games! Not happening.
And then I noticed the pattern. I was warned about this, but didn't honestly think it would happen. I was staying up until 2 a.m. Waking up early. Getting to classes 30 minutes before they began. And have you ever seen someone type underneath the keyboard on a computer? I've mastered that skill... oh wait... I was actually reading how Fifty likes to give spankings.
I've tried to read other books, I really have. Three of them to be exact. But nothing was comparing. Nothing seemed as good as living in Christian Grey's company each night (and day). And then there was the incident at work. One of my friends was saying she feels sad reading them because she knows Grey is only in the books. I didn't miss a beat to reply "I'm not sad, I'm seeing Grey tonight." Oh you didn't know he waits for me at the Cottages each evening when I return home?
UHHHHHHH........ AWKWARD.
So fine, I have a problem. I love a fake character. But isn't that what books are supposed to make you do? Aren't we supposed to be so entranced by the characters in a novel because they are so delicately sculpted to fit our every need? See, I realize now I'm not reading Fifty Shades for the sex scenes. Sure, every girl wants their version of porn, and frankly we are doing it in a classy way so it's fine. But what I really want out of these heated pages is the comfort Grey gives, that one we only see in books.
When I was younger books were all I cared about. My mom loves to remind me when I had to use the restroom as a small child I would scream "MOM! I need 17 books!" The funny thing was, I could never quite seem to actually read them. During grade school I was diagnosed with dyslexia. By the way, who came up with that word? They were honestly dooming those who have it. Took me years to learn to spell it correctly. Anyways, I was never able to read well. Looking at the print in a book was like looking at a jigsaw puzzle. Ever seen a speed reader? I'm great a pretending to be one. I can stare blankly at a page just long enough to not be questioned about actually reading it.
As a kid it was incredibly hard to deal with. Knowing I couldn't be let into this secret world. I never got the book worm award, or anywhere close. Popcorn reading made me want to vomit over the nerves I'd collect before my turn. And reading to the younger classes was the scariest thing. When 2nd graders are correcting the 5th grade reader it can get a little awkward.
Being diagnosed shed a new light on the situation. I learned how to read in new ways. I was no longer the stupid one. And frankly I knew I had to take advantage of it.
When I was younger books were all I cared about. My mom loves to remind me when I had to use the restroom as a small child I would scream "MOM! I need 17 books!" The funny thing was, I could never quite seem to actually read them. During grade school I was diagnosed with dyslexia. By the way, who came up with that word? They were honestly dooming those who have it. Took me years to learn to spell it correctly. Anyways, I was never able to read well. Looking at the print in a book was like looking at a jigsaw puzzle. Ever seen a speed reader? I'm great a pretending to be one. I can stare blankly at a page just long enough to not be questioned about actually reading it.
As a kid it was incredibly hard to deal with. Knowing I couldn't be let into this secret world. I never got the book worm award, or anywhere close. Popcorn reading made me want to vomit over the nerves I'd collect before my turn. And reading to the younger classes was the scariest thing. When 2nd graders are correcting the 5th grade reader it can get a little awkward.
Being diagnosed shed a new light on the situation. I learned how to read in new ways. I was no longer the stupid one. And frankly I knew I had to take advantage of it.
That is the power of a page turner. Escapism. Some find their fix with drugs or alcohol, some in shopping (oh wait that means I have two addictions), and many people find it in books. It is such a beautiful thing to have something in which we can completely shut ourselves off from the world for a period of time and enter a parallel universe.
I believe when you find a great book you shouldn't want to put it down. Living your real life should feel a little different, like a part of you is missing when you aren't gripping the thin paper pages. It makes life more exciting when we have the chance to get away. So for now I'm away with Grey, tucked in his TV room ready to go to first base! (Fifty Shades lovers that one was for you).
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