"Wow. You hit middle age pretty quickly," text from a Blackberry on my addiction to the trilogy that everyone and their mother has read, Fifty Shades of Gray.
The text went ignored because as Babe Walker says, "If he has a blackberry he's too old for you," and I couldn't help but turn off the ipad until I finished the first of E L James' cheesy slash raunchy trilogy. Last summer I got toasty by the pool with an Italian favorite and literally idol, Fallacci's A Man (see hardcover bellow: south of the hen purse and right of the thunder thighs). This summer I'm addicted to a British lady author and the passionate lovers that make the trilogy you keep hearing about, oh so addictive.
The text went ignored because as Babe Walker says, "If he has a blackberry he's too old for you," and I couldn't help but turn off the ipad until I finished the first of E L James' cheesy slash raunchy trilogy. Last summer I got toasty by the pool with an Italian favorite and literally idol, Fallacci's A Man (see hardcover bellow: south of the hen purse and right of the thunder thighs). This summer I'm addicted to a British lady author and the passionate lovers that make the trilogy you keep hearing about, oh so addictive.
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| Reading Oriana Fallaci at Castadiva Resort in Blevio, Italy |
What are your summer reads?
