So this felt very “Fifty Fresh Shade-y” to me.
‘Fifty Shade-y” is super legit technical term, by the way. I thought of it in the bathroom.
But as I was saying.
This felt Fifty Fresh Shade-y.
Except in a night club.
With no Red Room.
No virginal lip biter who dresses poorly.
And no Inner Goddess.
GOD, that was so fucking annoying.
But anycrappyinnerdialogue, I don’t really care about that, I still really enjoyed it.
I thought it was cool that Alayna has some pumped up kicks – aka ISSUES – too – thus the “fresh” of my Fifty Fresh Shade-y.
Especially since her issue was something this wingnut can totally get down with.
I AM that^^^ friend, homies.
I AM that person who needs things parallel, patterns her closet by color and season, and reorganizes the fucking condiment jar at restaurants. This is quickly followed by a Wet Ones wipe down, of course…which I carry in my purse at all times….
NEVER doubt the airborne disease power of the Petri dish that is a toddler, people.
I know I may sound high strung, but I swear I’m not.
I’m super chill about life and YOUR mess. It’s only MY mess that I care about.
I try to not to foist my crazy onto others.
But I digress.
I really enjoyed it.
But, also as with Fifty, I don’t feel too much urgency to dive into book two for whatever reason…
I must admit, my dumbass didn’t remember this was a same-couple/trilogy series – a format I just don’t love all that much when I’m not in the mood for it.
Which I’m not right now.
Regardless, I’m sure at some point that I’ll get to the rest of the series, but for now I’m content to hit pause…