Abelard and Heloise - Tragedy or Love story?

Definitely tragedy for me!
With time I've learnt that true love doesn't have to come with so much agony in the same package to qualify as true love.

The Fifty Shades Trilogy - my take

So I'm finally done with "A million Shades of fuckery"...
What a read!
I've actually been done with it for a while now. Just wasn't able to write the promised review earlier due to a giant withdraw cloud that I had come face to face with upon my finishing the books.
I think the above revelation is on its own a review of some sort... What do you think?

The books are brilliant! All three of them. Beyond brilliant actually. Well-written, witty, tense, exciting, soapy... Definitely a great read! Though I could do without the type of kinkiness that makes one's skin crawl.

Anyway, First Shades of Grey is amazing. Of course it has to be amazing. After all it is the first one written of the trilogy. Once you flip through the first page, you are gone. Irreversibly hooked! You won't put the bloody book back down.
By the time you get to the last page, your every emotion is so incensed and itching for more.
Fifty Shades Darker follows. Though as great as Fifty Shades of Grey, unfortunately not as amazing. Why so? The kinkiness in Grey's *red room of pain* has reached a nauseating level in the book. The title Fifty Shades Darker puts a lot into perspective. A lot of darkness. No pun intended there. As much as I love a bit of kinky now and then, canes and cuffs don't rock my sock.
Fifty Shades Free is my favourite! The last one of the three. The very best of them all! Less of kinky, more of vanilla. "Exactly how I like to make and take my cake". Lol

All in all, I loved the Trilogy! I loved the characters. I loved the 500 + pages in each book. I loved the sound of my fingers flipping though the pages. I loved the smell of the pages. And most excitingly, I fell in love with the mercurial Christian Grey. Yes, eventually! Heels-over-head!!! Unbelievably so.

I am not watching the movie when it comes out. That'll be more or less like watching pornography. And I'm not so much into watching pornography. It's too raw for my show, it cloys my joy. Besides, I don't think I'll be a very happy human being if anything comes and messes with the faces of the characters I've cooked in my head of Christian Grey, Ana Steele, Taylor, Jack Hyde, Ray Steele, Katie Kavanagh Etc.

****Now reading Tete-a-Tete (The Lives and Loves of Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre)

The word INEVITABLE

Ever had that one word that takes you all the way back to your one and only teenage romance?
That word that brings back a gush of tender, sweet-and-sour hidden memories?
Ever had that one word that has a face of its own? A beautiful face?
For me that one word is INEVITABLE.
It brings back so many memories - some of them pleasant, some painful - that I find myself avoiding using it most of the times.
But today I have no choice but to use this one word.

***Andy Murray just won his maiden Grand Slam.
It was INEVITABLE!!!
There...

Serena Slams it for the 15th time!

Serena Williams last night sliced, and trashed world number one Victoria Azarenka to win her 15th Grand Slam, and 4th US Open title.
Serena has been unrelentingly lethal on court since she unorthodoxically lost to Virginia Razzano in the first round of Roland Garros earlier this year. From then on it has been a smooth slide for the mighty Americano, winning Wimby and the Olympics in straight sets, until last night when that cheeky Vic chick caused her a lot of pain, almost inflicting an injury to Serena's impeccable game.
Victoria surely gave Serena a sweet fight. I almost suffered a serious coronary watching my favourite Americano commit error after error in the second and third set.
But just like a gigantic champion she is, Miss Williams found her game plan and turned things into her favor winning 6-2, 2-6, 7-5.
I'm so ecstatic!
It's almost making me erratic.
You can call me idiotic.
Dramatic.
Or enigmatic.
But at the end of the day, I'm just a fanatic,
Who is very enthusiastic!

I was scrolling down my old posts and now I realize I really have no idea why I bother with all this nonsense believing I have a huge writing talent when I obviously don't.
Oh I feel like screaming.
You may probably want to call it screeching.
Boy, am I seething!
I don't even feel like sleeping.
All the time I've wasted scribbling...
I could have been singing.
All the time I've wasted dreaming...
I could have been breathing.
Oh, yes, I could have been living...


***Living my life...

Sleep tight, Michael Clarke Duncan!

"John Coffey, like a drink, only not spelt the same."

My two favourite men gone too soon. First John Coffey - executed for a grim crime he didn't commit - and now Michael Duncan.
But no tears shed. Because my dears, I'll be catching both of you on that *Greenest Mile*!