Very recently, my sister sent me the Fifty shades trilogy; Fifty shades of Grey, Fifty shades Darker, and Fifty shades Freed. I started reading this book not sure what it was about, but I had a long holiday during the eid celebration and had to keep myself occupied. Well, the 1st chapter of the first book proved beyond doubt that it was a book worth reading. Good news is that the novel is exciting (such that I've not been able to set it aside), the not-so-good news is that I relate with the female character in the book. As in, really relate with her (Oh yes, the author is that good!). I agree with her that the guy is a nut case and he sure needs the love, but how come her excitement excites me? I even went ahead to download all the songs the author wrote about (@least, those I've come across so far as I just concluded book 2), just to replay the scenes illustrated by the author!
I don't know which is worse: me feeling her pain, or me feeling her excitement. I've read hundreds of novels, and they're mostly romance... I've even gone ahead and read some naughty not-so-safe romance novels bt none have intrigued me as much as this has. @least, none have put crazy ideas in my head! ROTFL....
This is one of those fun random posts you have a good laugh @ while drafting it. I so can't stop my laughter both @ this write up and my audacity! But really, how can an author make something so dangerously painful sound so sexually exciting? They really ought to stop writing this sort of novels. There are some naïve girls (*blushes*) out there that could get wrong ideas!
Kudos to you, Ε L James. Your imagination is either too hot for your own good or you've got one hell of a talent!. Love this book by the way!
The fifty shades trilogy
Sunday, 26 August 2012
Sunday, 12 August 2012
It took me awhile to be able to draft this post as I had no idea what I wanted to write about and I definitely dint know how to express what was bugging me!
Lately, I've been reading a lot on love and relationships (mostly bad and true), and I know I’m not qualified to tell anyone about love, but I suddenly felt like being an advocate for Love. It ain’t always that bad...
We all know love isn’t full of roses; a love that seems sweet at the beginning definitely has sharp thorns on the way. The bits n pieces of broken hearts we come across on the way don’t even make it seem like a big deal to fall in love again these days. If you have ever fallen in love, you’ll realise that it is almost the yummiest thing on earth though, also the saddest; very confusing at times, but still with sweet memories. I have once tasted those sweet-yummy-hot-dangerous-passionate love before and of course we both got burned on the way out, but one thing I learnt is that "When it is true love, then nothing can be compared". The heartbreaks don’t matter, they heal with time. The tears don’t count, they dry up within seconds. But the laughers, the happiness and joy, those can never be replaced! They are the beauty of loving.
The crazy aspect of loving, however, is the torture of the uncertainty. You don’t ask questions, yet you’re not sure if you’re doing the right things or not. You have no idea where you stand in the relationship and you wonder at night if you’re the only one or if you’ll still be in a relationship the following morning. When you do ask the questions, you are still uncertain if your partner loves you like you do. I have to confess that I’ve been guilty of this part of loving; though mine was in a different form. I kept questioning myself if I was good enough, what I was doing wrongly, if it was all worth it. My problem was that an idea had been firmly rooted in my mind that kept making me unsure of myself, and once an idea has been planted in my head, it never comes out. No matter how hard I try to forget some words or jokes, I just can’t seem to. And my subconscious takes them so serious that I later refer to those statements whenever I feel unworthy, making me only more certain that I definitely wasn’t good enough. I say this is my worst part in loving and it’s definitely the toughest!
Now, the worst part of love to most people and the easiest part for me is the heartbreak. I think it’s the easiest aspect because the torture is finally over, the tears are over and done with, the emotional tortures? Gone! When you’ve gotten to this stage, I don’t see any use weeping over spilt milk. You’re supposed to just get up, pick up the pieces and do something worthwhile with your life. You play yourself some good music and inspire your mind with lovely poems. Tell yourself over n over in a mirror that you deserve so much better than the guy, eat some chocolates, go shopping n get you some sexy outfits, tell yourself again that you don’t need a man, and then make yourself desirable.. ‘Scuse me? Did I hear you say heartbreak???
Finally, the easiest part of loving to some but most difficult part for me is moving on... I don’t know how to do it. I have loved in a particular place, and invested all my emotions, and moving on seems near impossible for me. I can even try going on a million dates, and maybe have an affair or 2, but love is once in a lifetime for me... Best I can do is pretend to move on, and make myself worthy of any lucky dude that comes ma way...
But all in all, Love is the most beautiful feeling in the world and it doesn’t hesitate to keep a smile on my face everyday...
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