Fifty Shades of Pink

I love a bonkbuster as much as the next woman but I won’t be adding Fifty Shades of Grey to my summer reading list. Or my autumn, winter or spring lists either.

From Judy Blume through Jackie Collins and Louise Bagshawe, up to my latest discovery Lulu Taylor, I’ve thumbed my way through plenty of racy pages. But I’ve always speeded up my reading at those points, skim-reading at best. I’m usually reading the book because I actually just like the story and find myself squirming a bit when it comes to the sex scenes!

Didn’t everyone I used to think. Apparently not if the roaring success of Fifty Shades is anything to go by. Apparently we’re gagging for literary porn. And apparently the reason Fifty Shades has been such a hit is because women can read it without anyone realising they’re reading filth! Clearly the hordes of women I’ve now seen reading the paperback on the tube don’t give a hoot about that! But why would you want to read that kind of book on the tube, or anywhere in public, regardless of whether you’re brazen or coy about it? If it’s turning you on, isn’t that better done in the privacy of your bedroom? Maybe I’m a prude (and I swear I’d never put myself in that category) but I’d just be turning fifty shades of pink!

I do get the fact that erotic literature can be a turn-on and while I hate to allude to stereotypes, perhaps women prefer to conjure up images in their own minds. But again, isn’t there a time and a place? Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m missing out on a more interesting commute into work. Maybe I should give it a go! Anyone out there who has actually read it and willing to recommend it??