I immediately started book 2, Fifty Shades Darker, within minutes of finishing book one. I NEEDED to find out what happens between them. I emphasize needed, because I knew I could not rest until doing so. I was intrigue by the story line. I love some drama, passion, suspense, and of course a sappy love story. The title of the book gives away what it’s all about, getting to the darkness that is Christian Grey and pulling the truth out and getting to the bottom of all those secrets, getting him to open up to a new lifestyle, a non BDSM lifestyle, a “Vanilla” lifestyle if you will. But in all honesty I never knew “vanilla” to be so sensual and for lack of a better word, kinky.
I read through Fifty Shades Darker with complete satisfaction in more ways than one. I loved where the story took the characters, while some more obvious than others, I was shocked at some parts, grinning from ear to ear in others, even left in a gasp at some lines. I was finding myself thinking of the book even when I wasn’t reading it wanting to read more. I think I have become obsessed. Is that normal? Why have I become so attached to this fiction and fantasy of a book and these people that are not real? Am I wishing it was real and wishing that it was me??? Is that wrong? Is this what everyone else is going through and feeling too? Maybe so and maybe that is why this book is so successful. Why so many women are reading these books. Why this book is literally taking storm across the country and flying off the bookshelves. I guess then the author has successfully accomplished her goal and I haven’t even got to book 3, Fifty Shades Freed.