When 50 Shades of Grey was adapted into that awful film, we figured we’d had enough for a year. But then last week, we got Grey. It’s EXACTLY THE SAME book – which, in case you were living on Mars and knew nothing about, is the torrid romance and sexual life of a sadist zillionaire (Christian Grey) and a fresh-out-of-college virgin (Anastasia Steele) – but this time, from Grey’s point of view.
I read the book, didn’t hate it as much as the original, and took copious notes. Here are some: