Every once in a while I like to share some of my observations with you on various literary related topics. Dood! Did you just notice what a proper sentence from me looks like?!? Whoa!!! Don’t get used to it 😉
So, here we go…
Y’all know how much I love books right?!? Did you just say…”Well duh Tamie?!?” OMG!! Ok, but really it was a rhetorical question. Obviously, I love books or Bookish Temptations wouldn’t exist. Here’s the thing tho…I don’t just love reading books. Nope…I’m all about talking, writing, and discussing them as well. Do you have any idea how happy it makes me when I share a great book with someone and that person feels just as passionate about it as I do?!? It’s like all the best cliches in the world…having ur cake and eating it too, the cherry on top, icing on the cake…
Christian Grey…Christian Grey…Christian Grey…OOPs…Hi there! You caught me daydreaming didn’t you?
The thing is with this fantasy boyfriend? I just see his name, or say it in my head and I lose all coherent thought. Logic and reason?!? Nope…gone…out the door. There are some characters that are written so well that they just own a piece of you. Christian Grey is one of those for me. I guess I’ve read well over a thousand books in my lifetime, yet my list of truly memorable literary men is actually pretty short considering that. O, I’m not saying that I don’t remember a lot of them, but the ones that keep me thinking of them? Continuously? Wanting just one more book? And then just one more? The ones I want for a fantasy boyfriend foreveh? Well it’s under 10 to be honest…and Christian Grey is mighty high on that list. In fact, he shares the top spot with one other, so yeah…I have mad love for him.
I first discovered Christian aka Fifty in August of 2011. I know, I know… I was late to the party on that one, but in a way I’m glad I was. Mostly becuz I was able to read the series without a whole lotta time in between the books coming out. I’m so impatient and greedy that way…greedy…hmmm…that’s an apt term for how I feel about Fifty. I admit it. I want him. I want all of him in all of his Fifty Fuckedupedness<-<- is that even a real word?!?…never mind, it doesn’t matter.
Let’s discuss Christian…something I could do all day long. First off his name. I flove his name. I love saying it in my head over and over. There’s just something about it that calls to me. I like men that have polysyllabic rather than monosylabic names. * Oooo… big words.* For some reason I just find them much more sensual and erotic sounding. I for one would never shorten his name to Chris…EGADS! Heaven forbid. I’ve noticed that when I love the names an author chooses I’m much more likely to respond positively to that character. Does that happen to you too?
“He grabs me suddenly and yanks me up against him, one hand at my back holding me to him and the other fisting in my hair. “You’re one challenging woman,” He kisses me, forcing my lips apart with his tongue, taking no prisoners. “It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you’re mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I’ll buy you a fucking car,” he growls.” ― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey
“She wanted more. More of him. More of this and them…she wanted to see him come apart above her and know that they had done this together. She wanted to find their own beautiful rhythm. The music swirled and rose about them, a tempting pace she was eager to match. She smiled, and he felt her smile travel all the way to his heart, allaying his worries. Without breaking eye contact, he began to move in and out maddeningly slowly.” ― Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel’s Inferno