A friend recently invited me to join a group of lovely moms in their book club. I like this group of moms and thought, this would be something fun and different. At fifty-one, this will be the first book club I’ve ever been a part of.
Since I am not a frequent novel reader, I do not follow the bestseller list. In fact, I’m a severely infrequent novel reader, and can count the number of novels I have read on one hand.
Gone with the Wind (a high school history class requirement, it was really long); Memoirs of a Geisha (recommended by my novel-reading sister, Peggy, I loved it); Shanghai Girls (convinced to read it by the same sister, because it reminded her of the two of us growing up, it did); Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (read it with Max over this summer, to encourage his summer reading); and my just completed book club book, that my friend told me I needed to read prior to meeting up with the book club group next week.
While doing my Costco shopping last week, I bought the book I was told to, Fifty Shades of Grey, with no idea of what the book was about.
I called my novel pusher sister, knowing how utterly shocked she would be that I had agreed to join a book club. She was. Then she asked me what the book was, and low and behold she has read the entire trilogy. It’s a trilogy? Great, ugh.
Then she comments, “I’ll tell you a little about it…it’s about a guy into kinky sex, it will make you horny, and Michael will benefit from your reading it.” What? So my first book club book, which I will be discussing with a group of moms next week, is a kinky sex novel.
I find myself consumed when I read novels. Even the short, easy reads like this one. Which is one reason I don’t read novels frequently. Once I start I can’t put them down, so it interrupts my normal domestic goddess routine.
I read several chapters of the book, and then figured out a way to multi-task while reading, because I really wanted to get to the kinky sex part. I figured I could read and knock out my healthy heart cardio at the same time by peddling on Michael’s stationary bike.
Boy, did that work! Not only did I get in more than an hour of straight cardio two days in a row, the momentum of the story kept me peddling faster than normal at times. What an incredibly entertaining way to work up a long sweat, so much better than running. Thank you Mr. Grey.
And thank you sister, for already sending me the two sequel Fifty Shades of Grey books. Guess I’ll be up to counting my novel reading list on two hands soon.
So, the moral of this post is…
Read more novels, it’s good for your heart and your sex life too!
Joy, you crack me up! I read the trilogy this summer after debating whether or not I really wanted to get into it…and I am glad I did! Happy reading…and exercising.
i read all 3 of them and loved them….Each one gets better.. Im sorry that I read them in that i wish I could be starting all over again…
Well then…I am happy to say that I will be getting in much more cardio in the days to come!
Sis, I think I will take “reading books” pusher as a nice complement. It was Jadah who got you to start “Geisha” I just agreed you would enjoy. You forgot about me bugging you to read”Eat,Pray,Love” & I left ” Hotel on the cornor of Bitter Sweet” for you too. I’ll get you hooked on books yet. Xoxo
Oh no sister…memory lapse already
How could I forget Eat, Pray, Love?
I have heard so many great things about Fifty Shades of Gray! Think I may have to give it a go sometime soon. Thanks for the push…and the laughs.
We aim to please Jen