I never thought I’d be a pink girl. Turns out I am. Hardcore. Speaking of hardcore, I forgot to tell you that I got through book one of the 50 Shades trilogy and can’t bear to think about reading the other two. I know it’s really popular, but you guys, the writing is atrocious. Like if I have to hear Ms. Steele and Mr. Grey refer to each other as Ms. Steele and Mr. Grey again, I will actually shoot myself. It is quite possibly the worst book I’ve ever read. Please tell me what the appeal is.
50 Shades of Pink