A few days ago I started Fifty Shades of Grey. There's been much hoopla about this book. I won't
do a book review here (your're welcome) but there is an interesting article here about this mega best seller. My mother-in-law read it not long ago. Recently we were having breakfast with her and some of her friends. I asked one of her friends if she was going to read Fifty Shades of Grey. She immediately retorted, "I am not reading that pornography!" My mother-in-law had also recently read The Hunger Games. My mother-in-law is only 89 years old. When I asked her later if she liked Fifty Shades of Grey, she made me laugh when she said, "If only they had done something different, like go on a picnic or something."
"After killing the red-haired man, I took myself off to Quinn's for an oyster supper."
Thus begins the story of Edward Glyver, book lover, scholar, and murderer. A chance discovery convinces Glyver that greatness awaits him. His path to win back what is rightfully his leads him to Evenwood, one of England's most enchanting country houses, and a woman who will become his obsession.
A few years ago I had read a review of The Meaning of Night by Michael Cox. Cox writes in the style and tone of Victorian England. This book was a finalist for the Costa Book Award, one of UK's most prestigious prizes for writing. Fog shrouded London during Victorian times has always given me goose bumps so this book was right down my alley. Can you believe I ran across this book at the Knoxville Area Rescue Mission, KARM thrift store. It cost a mere 99c.