I just want to start out by saying, that I'm not the best writer...
I have always had this issue of reading books and never wanting to finish the last book in a series. I've decided that I get cold feet. As of yesterday I offically finished the Fifty Shades of Grey series. Again, I drug out Fifty Shades Freed. It's been a llong time since I've read books back to back, as I've done these. I found myself pretending that I was the title character. Ana Steele, she was a clumsy mess of a girl. She was graduating from college when she meets Christian Grey, whom is a 27 year old Billionare.
Now Christian, is this dreamy man. He has a troubled past that book gets into deeply. They way he is written, however, is the kind of guy I've always imagined myself with. I would love to blame fairytales, on my need for this "perfect guy," buyt it's just not true. I think my imagination is the cause for the dreamy thoughts. He's tall, handsome,has messy hair, intellegent, and everything else. He has a strong personality, and he is un able to love. I imagined myself to be like Ana, in a way. The more I read on, the more I felt as thought I was in love with Mr. Grey. Though some may have considered him and asshole, I thought he was perfect. Christian was sweet, he just had a hard exterer. He even drove my dream car. He acted as a gentleman at all time, when the majority of guys would take the oppurtunity to pounce.
The sence when Ana drunk dials him, in my head is priceless. She has this crush that she isn't sure how to feel about,
incomplete.
LMAO I find this 6 months later, I don't even know where I was going with this. Ha!
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