So. It’s happened. Finally.
I’m officially in love with Christian Grey.
Yes, a fictional character in a book.
Whatever. I’m not the only one.
Anyways. Back, during book 1, did I love him? No, not so much. I mean, yes, I was intrigued enough by him, obviously, or I would’ve quit reading. And picturing Ian Somerhalder in the role , as I’ve mentioned several times already on the blog, definitely helped.
But quite frankly, back then he scared the crap out of me.
Trust me when I say this book has introduced to me a whole new world that I never thought I would ever, ever be reading about.
At the beginning, I had to type “BDSM” into the Google machine. (probably not an appropriate search term for the work computer, eh?) - I was that sheltered, that in-the-dark about this kinky, kinda freaky, totally terrifying…um…lifestyle.
I was mad at Mr. Grey for being this way. I wanted him to be a normal guy - the Prince Charming that Ana deserves as her first love, not this Dark Knight with a Red Room of Pain creepo.
OK… truth. It was a little hot at times. I mean, it made me blush the same as any other girl. I’m not that much of a prude. And every time he said, “Laters, baby”? Yeah, I’d get a little grin on my face.
It’s the Grey effect. No female is immune.
But still so effin’ weird to me that I felt embarrassed to be reading it, almost ashamed in a way.
(To be clear, even though I’ve warmed up to it a little more in book 2, I will still NOT BE SHARING THESE BOOKS WITH MY MOTHER. Ew.)
But now, in the second book, Fifty Shades Darker, we’re finally starting to get to the bottom of it all; finally starting to find out what makes Christian Grey tick. Why he is the way he is. The deep, dark, painful secrets that have turned him into a twisted (albeit hot-as-hell) control freak of a man.
I’m loving this part. The way he’s changing for Ana? Agreeing to be more “vanilla” for her? Letting her into his world, telling her a little bit about himself?…Still fifty shades of f’d up, but becoming more human.
And, if possible, much much more desirable.
Yes. Definitely. I’ve fallen in love. I’ve finally – finally – reached the point when I don’t want to put it down. When I can’t wait to get home so that I can sit in my big blue chair and read all evening.
When I can’t wait to get home to Grey.
Everyone told me it would happen. In the first book, I wasn’t so sure.
But I’m sure now.
I’m addicted to Christian Grey.