I’ll agree, the title annoyingly plays on the popularity of That Despised Book.  That alone almost made me pass this one by, but I’m glad I didn’t.  This Fifty Shades is a modernized parody that has nothing to do with tortured billionaires and their implausibly virginal obsessions.  Nope, this book is lively romp through the looking glass, into a naughty world Lewis Carroll probably never imagined.  Or if he did, he certainly keep those scandalous thoughts to himself.

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