This isn’t my story to tell, but I have asked permission to tell it here on the grounds that it made me laugh so much.
To set the scene, I mentioned my friend the Lovely Nut the other day. The Lovely Nut is in her 70’s and when she isn’t in her gorgeous Bumpkinsville house, she lives in a rather well-to-do part of London – one of those places where famous people live and all the shops are rather exclusive.
When I stayed with her at the weekend I was up first and was reading my book in the garden when she came downstairs. It was one of the ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ trilogy but I was pretty sure she wouldn’t have heard of them, so wouldn’t bat an eyelid. (If you’ve somehow missed the hype about these books and don’t know the kind of content, you might want to do a quick Google search now. Or perhaps you wouldn’t…). That was the wrong assumption to make as this is the story that unfolded:
The Lovely Nut had heard all about this amazing book everyone was reading, so went to her local bookshop to ask if they had a copy of the book that ‘was something to do with ‘grey’ ‘. Apparently the young man went a little pink but showed her to the stand which also had another book with a sticker saying ‘if you liked Fifty Shades of Grey, you’ll love this’. The Lovely Nut decided that they must therefore both be great reads and purchased a copy of each.
She settled down to read Fifty Shades and suddenly discovered the cause of the young mans embarrassment…
The next day, walking past the bookshop she thought she should apologise. She sought out the man and explained that she’d not realised the content and was probably wasn’t the target audience. He kindly said he completely understood and would be happy if she wanted to return them. She told him that she’d bent the spine a little so not to worry. What she didn’t tell him was that she had actually become so involved in the book that she’d read it from cover to cover in a couple of hours! And, that as she’d managed to miss most of the story (I can’t think what she was concentrating on!), she will be reading it again at a slower pace to take in the details.
Apparently we will be discussing the content next time I stay. Talk about never judging a book by its cover! :o)
No matter how old, we still want that little shade of male dictatorship (and… Perhaps some leather).
It certainly seems so! :o)