Fifty Shades...
Jumping on the literary bandwagon has never been my thing. Generally, I find books because people gift or recommend them to me. This is how I got into Harry Potter (admittedly, though, that was before the first movie ever came out, so I was in it for the long haul with that wonderful, magical, heart-breaking, life-investing series/story/lifestyle), Chronicles of Narnia -- though I'll be upfront and say that I loved the story of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe long before I ever read that book or any of its brothers. It's how I started reading the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, The Mortal Instruments series, and, naturally, Twilight (but this is one series I simply refuse to finish because the writing and premise had just become far too absurd to read on). Now, I hear about the Fifty Shades trilogy once all the books had been published. Everyone was buzzing with how amazing this erotic series was, how much they loved it, how taboo and brilliant it was. And I i...