Okay. I did it.
I ended up having to buy "the book" at Target because the library's waiting list is apparently a hundred miles long. It would have been cheaper on my Kindle, but according to my author friend, buying books on Kindle gives more money to the author and in this case, I don't want to do that. Besides, now if I really hate it, I can sell it to Half Price Books. Also, it was 20% off, so that was nice.
So yeah, my sister and I strolled casually into Target, meandered over to the books, and after checking to make sure no one was watching, snatched the second to the last first book of the series off the shelf. I hid it beneath my purse until I got to the check-out line. The old guy at the register must have noticed my look of pure and utter self-loathing because he asked, "Ah, buying a dirty book?"
I had it all in my head that I was going to lie and say it was a present for my aunt or something, but of course, I switched over to don't-judge-me defensive mode. "I just want to write about it, I swear!"
Like that guy cared why I was buying it. To him, I was probably just another single (read: "lonely") girl hoping to fill the void in her life with a probably not-so-healthy dose of literature porn. Still, buying that book was more embarrassing than the time I ran to the store and only bought tampons and a bottle of wine. Yeah, I was having a rough day.
And with that being said, I'm off. Let's see what makes Christian Grey so darn delicious. Besides the fact that he's basically Edward Cullen in a business suit.
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