Well, I finished it...Fifty Shades of Grey...and I am sorely disappointed in myself for falling into the temptation. I said I would NOT read this book; but I am glad that I now have first-hand knowledge of the plot. I am also extremely shamed at the same time. How can such a poor portrayal of my role as a woman earn such high praise in the world of publication? Granted this is NOT my genre of choice, but I had hoped that it at least there was some literary value to its existence. I am so very happy to mark the reading of this off my to-do list.
Bored? Are you a couch potato? If you are already prone to this malady, the following information may be dangerous in encouraging this behavior. This writer is not responsible for damages done. As a result of today's blog topic, my personal couch potato activities are responsible for the lack of yesterday's post. In an attempt to justify my actions, I blame Netflix (in the name of research). The best way to prove a fact is to test it, right? Yesterday I definitely put Netflix to the test by watching hours of Safe, a one-season Harlon Coben creation that whetted my love for crime/mystery/action-based entertainment. Harlon Coben is an American author whose work I have enjoyed immensely over the years, discovering Safe as Coben's break out into film became that much sweeter when The Five caught my attention another series of his own. I will finish The Five today (unless some saves me) so that I can