Call me inattentive, but I had no idea what the fuss was all about. I had never heard of Fifty Shades of Grey, by E.L. James. I avoid fan fiction (I’m not sure why), especially Twilight (which I loved, by the way). But from what I could gather, this story wasn’t Twilight related…or was it? I’ll admit it, I was intrigued. I did a bit of research and bought the book on my Nook Tablet.

I can definitely say, my Achilles tendonitis was well-timed. I’ve been trying to stay off my feet until the inflamation does down, and it’s given me time to read this very provocative book trilogy. I’m in the middle of book 2 and quite obsessed.

I’m always up for a good romance, and this one everything. The characters are compelling, the story intriguing, and the naughty parts are perfectly delicious. It’s really too bad my husband has to work all day. Oh well…the weekend isn’t far off. But I’m slipping off topic here…

It’s been another rainy day. The dogs have been stuck in the house…bored. Bringing me toys while I’m trying to read, so I set the Nook down to throw the ball, or the stuffed bear, in the living room until they seem placated, then go back to my book. The chickens have been fed (they love graham crackers of all things), the dogs have climbed into bed beside me (as have the cats) and we fight over real estate in my shrinking king size bed as I try to read.

I haven’t once thought about unpacking a box, doing a dish, or washing laundry. Everything is on hold until I finish my books. A good book deserves my undivided attention…and it has it.

Hey, that’s just how I roll.

Until the next time…I’ll be reading.