Ugh. I feel dirty. And not in the “oh baby, I’m a dirty girl” way that I’m sure E.L. James wants me to feel, but in an unclean, “Oh God, I can’t believe I actually read this trash” kind of way. But I am a firm believer in the idea that you have to know something to really be able to make fun of it, and so, to my everlasting shame, I have read all three 50 Shades books, and now this reborquel garbage. For […]
In which Patty and Katie are scarred for life.
Katistasia: Our slogan should be “Reading crap so you don’t have to since 2015.” Oh, friends. We did something SO STUPID. We decided to read EL James’ Grey. It seemed like an excellent opportunity for snark. Evidently I’ve subjected us to 450 pages of lip biting. Pattistasia: I read the acknowledgements and already hate you. Katistasia: Not nearly as much as I hate myself. I NEED TO GOUGE MY EYES OUT. Seriously though, how can you claim to have written this especially for the fans […]