So I finally caved and read Fifty Shades of Grey, simply out of curiosity. I knew (thanks to my little sister, worldly little thing that she is) that it started as Twilight fanfiction, and, as a Twilight fan, I was curious.
Next time I’m *curious* about something, tie me to a tree and leave me for dead.
Seriously, I have read a lot of books. Reading is one of my favorite things to do. Fifty Shades of Wasting my Fucking Time is, hands-down, the worst shit I have ever read in my life. Cereal boxes are more compelling, and pamphlets about STD’s and teen pregnancy have better plots than this piece of garbage.
I just remembered who is in my profile and it tore my heart a little more. Considering the ragged state of my heart, this new injury is small but impactful. I cannot mourn per se, for I did not know him personally, but I can be sad that the world is a little dimmer with the loss is such beauty and talent.
Find my brother, Cory. Surely he has charmed his way into everyone’s hearts by now, and can help you get acquainted.