Do You Have Too Many Braincells And Don't Want to Bother with Drugs?
Alternate title: My friends are fucked up.
Soooo,
ladyscience and
krafey/
how_low_am_i have gotten a 'complimentary' e-copy of the delightful novel Fifty Shades of Gray, a BDSM romance novel that began its life as a Twilight fanfic. A non-parody fanfic, in fact. Hey, tens of thousands of bored, Vicodin-addicted housewives can't be wrong, can they?
Anyway, in their wisdom (term used as loosely as possible), my friends (also used as loosely as possible) have decided that this book needs to be read. Together, of course, because pain shared is pain...shared...or something. Misery loves company. Some shit like that. So, starting next week (I think?), we will be reading Fifty Shades of Gray. And discussing it. By 'discussion,' I'm guessing that we'll mostly be bitching and talking about WTF?!? THIS GOT PUBLISHED?!? AND OPTIONED?!?, but, hey. There could be something approaching literary merit there.
Who knows? Stranger things have happened!
And again, because misery loves company, I'm offering this possibility to you, gentle reader. Do you find it impossible to look away from a trainwreck and/or resist a double-dog dare over the internet? Do you find yourself wishing you were dumber, so that you could better interact with the jackasses around you? Is booze no longer killing the pain? Do you like complimentary e-books? Would you like to join us in reading and discussing a possible (but not likely) literary masterwork? If any of these things are true, you should join our e-read along!
Please? Please? DON'T MAKE US READ THIS ALONE!
[Moving over to Dreamwidth. Catch me over there as booksomewench. This entry cross-posted to both sites. Feel free to comment here or there.]
Soooo,
ladyscience and
krafey/
how_low_am_i have gotten a 'complimentary' e-copy of the delightful novel Fifty Shades of Gray, a BDSM romance novel that began its life as a Twilight fanfic. A non-parody fanfic, in fact. Hey, tens of thousands of bored, Vicodin-addicted housewives can't be wrong, can they?
Anyway, in their wisdom (term used as loosely as possible), my friends (also used as loosely as possible) have decided that this book needs to be read. Together, of course, because pain shared is pain...shared...or something. Misery loves company. Some shit like that. So, starting next week (I think?), we will be reading Fifty Shades of Gray. And discussing it. By 'discussion,' I'm guessing that we'll mostly be bitching and talking about WTF?!? THIS GOT PUBLISHED?!? AND OPTIONED?!?, but, hey. There could be something approaching literary merit there.
Who knows? Stranger things have happened!
And again, because misery loves company, I'm offering this possibility to you, gentle reader. Do you find it impossible to look away from a trainwreck and/or resist a double-dog dare over the internet? Do you find yourself wishing you were dumber, so that you could better interact with the jackasses around you? Is booze no longer killing the pain? Do you like complimentary e-books? Would you like to join us in reading and discussing a possible (but not likely) literary masterwork? If any of these things are true, you should join our e-read along!
Please? Please? DON'T MAKE US READ THIS ALONE!
[Moving over to Dreamwidth. Catch me over there as booksomewench. This entry cross-posted to both sites. Feel free to comment here or there.]