The hardest thing about reading Fifty Shades Freed is admitting to it afterwards. You probably read the first two as well – a cause for further embarrassment. Be that as it may, though, kudos to James. Through some clever marketing she has made herself some mega-bucks out of this whole enterprise and has revitalised the... Continue Reading →
Fifty Shades of Drivel vs. Tobacco Road
This is called killing two birds with one stone and, yes, I realize that putting these two books together in the one review is complete heresy, but James’ book doesn’t warrant any more than a few cursory comments and I finished reading it before embarking on Caldwell’s American classic. Fifty Shades of Grey, by E.... Continue Reading →
Strange Attractions, by Emma Holly
From L’Inferno to erotica fiction: well no-one could ever accuse me of having narrow reading tastes, or of being a prude. Mind you, I got a whole lot more than I bargained for when I pulled this little number off the shelf. I was thinking it might be a pleasant change to try a nice,... Continue Reading →