"It's the worst thing I think I've read in a long time" my sister-in-law, Anne*, said to me. "But you have to read it anyway. Everyone else is." Anne is my go-to-person for current, popular literature. She was an English and Communications major in college and has somehow become a sort of popular-books-maven. To be completely honest, she's the book goddess. When Anne says "my book club is reading this," you read it. You go the bookstore right now, buy the book, and you read it. It doesn't mean it's the best book ever but it does mean that it will become somehow popular or relevant in pop culture. Anne has a sixth sense for that. As my nose is always in some text book or journal article somewhere because of school, Anne has been the sole reason that I know what anyone is talking about when it comes to recent best-sellers (or soon-to-be best sellers). So at our last gab-session where we completely nerded it out about our love affair with books, she gave me her copies of "Fifty Shades of Grey," warned me that it would probably annoy the crap out of me, and told me to read it anyway. Read the rest: The Declassified Adoptee: Fifty Shades of What the.....An Adopted Feminist's Nightmare in Print
