Candace Scribner

     I have officially finished reading all three of the “Fifty Shades” books. I know I’ve been blogging a lot about them, but it’s been taking a special place in my life for the last few weeks.

     Starting the first book, I knew I loved these books. Something about it captured my attention and kept me reading! Most nights, I stayed up longer than I should have wanting to finish a chapter…or maybe just one more…or two more chapters. I managed to finish the first book with in five days. I, then, started having withdrawals after the end of “Fifty Shades of Grey”. I ran to Barns and Noble immediately to pick up the second book!

     The second book held my attention even more than the first. The books seemed to flow seamlessly from first to second without skipping any information or leaving questions unanswered. “Fifty Shades Darker” kept my jaw dropped to the floor. Every page another exciting, dramatic and sexy scene that made me wonder how the author possibly came up with the material. But, once again, the book didn’t last me long. I finished it in three days!!! My record-time-reading didn’t allow time for me to pick up the third book so, for a week, I suffered more withdrawals.

     When I got “Fifty Shades Freed”, I started reading immediately. Once again, the seamless flow of the books kept my attention held. The third book was less sexual and more action packed; more crime drama and car chases, but just as attention grabbing as the first two! With in a week, the book was complete! With a satisfying ending, but still leaving an opening for a possible book number-four, I closed the book and sat it down beside me. Almost instantly, a wave of uncontrollable emotion washed over my body.

     I started to realize that I wasn’t only reading a good book, but I was trying to live it. With every step of every day I had, almost, an expectation for my life to be like Anastasia Steele’s. I wanted the Christian Grey experience; the sex, the food, the money, the clothes, the drama and all the crazy, wonderful things that comes with the last name. I wanted to walk down the stairs of my house in Christian LouBoutin’s and look out of a glass wall towards the Seattle skyline. I want to ride in private helicopters to private properties in Aspen and wine and dine in exclusive night clubs. I want to swoon over the romantic and thoughtful, luxurious gifts and things that my man surprises me with on a daily basis. I want exciting new adventures with an endless amount of money with the love of my life!

     Finally, finishing the book series made me realize that that’s not my life. It’s only a fantasy. Every woman on earths’ fantasy, but a fantasy all the same. Some women have love, money and adventured but none of that happened over night(not like it does in this book series). All good things come in time, to those who wait. And, me expecting all these lavish things, because of a book is killing me softly.

     Having these high, impossible, over dramatic expectations not only puts me in a bad mood when it doesn’t happen, but it makes the relationship that I have with my amazing boyfriend strain. I want and expect so much from him, for him….for us, but none of what I want will happen in the blink of an eye. I am only 19 and I have the rest of my life to make money and find love and be my own Ana Steele. I just hope my boyfriend can bear with me until my Fifty Shades of Obsession fades. I need to learn to truly be happy and grateful for what I have and not dwell on the things I don’t. 

Two of the coolest chicks at my school graduated tonight. Leaving me as the last in our group to graduate, I’m alone and sad. With nothing but the echo of my sobs through the deserted hall way and a bottle of Sparkling Welches in a brown paper sack, I have finish the last Fifty Shades book with no one to discuss it with. Inside jokes and sexual innuendos just aren’t the same over text message and Face book.

I have five months until I graduate and enter the ranks of the Ogle School Alumni. I have five, long months of listening to music on the patio by myself to pass the time. I have five more months of counting down the last thirty seconds untill the clock by myself. I have fivie more months of cosmetology school.

This is about to be the longet fivie months of my life!

So, I just finished reading 50 Shades of Grey. I loved it. Apart from a few typo’s I ran into and the overuse of the authors favorite verbs and adjectives, it kept me reading. I would start a chapter and not want to put the book down. The story is compelling and attention grabbing!

Contrary to popular belief, this book is not pornography. Truth be told, there are many descriptive sex scenes but what it all comes down to is compromise and decision making. Maybe the author decided to use sex as a means of getting her message across because, lets face it, sex does sell! But The main character of the book didn’t have struggle or upset when it came to the sex necessarily, it was herself and her decisions. It’s very difficult to describe. I didn’t even fully understand the message from the author till I read the final sentence of the book, then it all came together (No, I wont ruine it for you)! I reccomend it! It is a page turner! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to 50 Shades Darker(book #2).

I’ve started reading 50 Shades of Grey. It’s basically Twilight with a lot more sex and a lot less sparkly vampires!

I never got into the Twilight books. Honestly, I thought it was really stupid. My friends tried to get me to read the books but, the first 10 sentences in, I had to put it down. Really? Vampires? I’m more of a zombie girl and I don’t think zombie sex would be as appealing…

anyway…

50 Shades of Grey is about a beautiful girl, Anastasia Steele, in her last year of college. She meets a sexy, genius, billionaire, entrepreneur named Christian Grey when her friend and roommate can not make it to an interview. Immediately, there is attraction and innuendo. At about the 100th page of the book, the first sex scene begins. From there, things get weird. Sexy weird, but weird.

I’m not going to spoil the whole book, for those interested.

Aside from the authors repetitive use of her, obviously, favorite phrases like, “looking at him from beneath [my] lashes.”  the main characters constant blushing and the over use of everyone’s full name, this is a decent book.

or maybe it’s just true what they say….sex sells?