An apology. Not only have I not blogged for four days, I have also severely dented the integrity of my blog and my ethos of ‘Procrastination is for Losers’. Don’t judge me just yet, it is only a minor blip in my otherwise shining record (?!) and it’s all because of that wicked Mr Grey.
I read Fifty Shades of Grey last week and struggled to finished the book as it was far too long. I said that I wouldn’t read the other two books in the trilogy, even the incredibly rude, pornographic-like text about the delectable Mr Grey’s talents wont be enough for me to endure another 1000 pages. Other’s have reviewed the book on lots of different sites and stated the repetitive declarations of ‘Oh My’ became annoying and prematurely gave up the ghost.
I was happy with my decision and didn’t spend much time pondering the next instalment of the story, until I saw my friend on Friday afternoon who, after reading my blog told me the second book was much better and that she was totally engrossed in the story. So being the sheep that I am, I immediately down loaded Fifty Shades Darker and once again ignored my kids getting up to mischief for a few hours while I read on. I know for a fact that I will now complete the trilogy, mainly because Fifty Shades Freed, the third title, caught my attention before the other two. I would already be on the third book by now as I read fairly quickly, however there was an incident.
If you read my blog regularly you’ll know I am gearing up to complete the 5×50 Challenge in September and have begun to lose a little weight and implement exercise into my daily life. I am now managing to burn at least 500 calories a day and eating much more healthily too. Sadly this effort was not enough to save my Kindle.
I was lying on my mum’s living room floor propped up on pillows, (this is my most comfortable place to stop my ever-lasting prolapsed disc for throbbing like hell) reading about Mr Grey and his pursuit of Miss Steele when I put down my Kindle to see to my baby who had woken up from a nap on the sofa next to me. In turning to pick her up my beloved Kindle was caught in the crossfire and was squished into LCD heaven by my considerably large behind. I cried out! I could see three or four lines of text behind a series of angry black lines that despite me pressing every button in every possible sequence, refused to budge.
In a blind panic I called Amazon, who I’d like to commend! They have the most professional, friendly and polite customer service employees anywhere. Luckily I am covered through my insurance and my new Kindle is winging its way to me as I type.
During my boring train journey north yesterday I missed my Kindle (or more so Mr Grey)and even resorted to picking up Fifty Shades Darker in paperback in two different book shops, mulled it over and then put it back. For all I didn’t really warm to the first book, the anticipation of finishing the story is now almost unbearable.
So to you my faithful readers, I apologize. Like a lot of people I have been captured by a wicked story line of love, sex and money. My integrity lies redundant on the floor. What can I do to win you back?