I got in my car for the hour drive home yesterday and started the engine. Something was wrong, I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. I drove for a few miles periodically looking around but couldn’t work out what it was. I was missing something, I knew that for sure. I racked my brain and couldn’t think of anything I’d forgotten, the car felt okay so what was it? Turning the radio off I listened but the car sounded fine so I turned the radio back on.
And then it hit me.
Wherever you go, you can’t get away from it. 50 Shades Of Grey that is. Everyone has an opinion, everyone’s talking about it – some positive, some negative.
During the Olympics opening ceremony my wife and I had a debate about it after someone had shown me sections at work. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that this isn’t the sort of book I would ordinarily read, but at the same time I found it interesting that such a phenomenal amount of hype had been blown up around the book and we came to the conclusion it was like Marmite – you either love it or hate it.