I didn't want to read Fifty Shades of Grey even though everyone was talking about. I didn't want to read it even though my writing students were trying to dissect its success. There are so many wonderful books to read and I didn't want to waste my time on, well, smut.
But when my neighbor Marlene plopped the book into my hands and said "Don't judge it until you read it," I took her up on it.
That was months ago.
It's been a real chore to finish the book.
Why? For three reasons:
