Sometime last year, this little book was making all sorts of fuss for being ‘racy’ and touching on such topics as BDSM and dominance/submission, while containing more sex than you could shake a stick at. 50 Shades of Grey, by first-time novelist E.L. James, was being touted as the doorway to reopening a woman’s libido and a whole passel of babies born over the next few months will be blamed on the 50 Shades ‘phenomenon’. Now, me? I’m the type of person that pretty much reads anything I can get my hands on. I’ve very rarely met a book I didn’t like, and almost never met a book I couldn’t get through. So when I heard all this racket about a book of the erotica genre getting a whole mess of buzz, I figured I should give it a shot. After all, I enjoy a fair bit of smut every now and then. I’m a stay-at-home mom/housewife. This stuff is pretty much marketed right at me. Don’t judge!