Apparently, this Fifty Shades of Grey phenom has everyone and their mom (and grandma? And daughters. Etc, etc, etceteraaaaa...) looking into OTHER books that offer even better sex scenes and nasty bits. Better plots. Better writing. Better everything all around.
Brittany has a list of suggestions over in her Amuse Bouche section today that might prove useful to anyone looking for a new...eh em, high now that they've finished reading the Grey Trilogy.
Jen over at People I Want to Punch in the Throat was talking about suggestions people gave her to move on from the Grey Trilogy to the Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by Anne Rice in her weekly wrap up on Sunday. That one sounded interesting to me, and I might check it out later today. We'll see...
I swear I've run across other suggestions for follow-up reading after finishing with the Grey books, but I think they were in my Glamour magazine, and I don't have links to that stuff. Anyway...
I find this shift in literary interest fascinating, personally. Smutty books have been around for as long as people have been writing shit down on paper, obviously. But they were books that were considered a somewhat guilty pleasure for a lot of us. I haven't read one since I was living in Boston, and my entertainment during my lunch break was this book that someone had left behind in the breakroom at the Ann Taylor I worked at. I picked it up and read a few pages as a silly joke to myself one day, and eventually got to the point where I was taking it home with me to keep reading, so I could find out what happened next. It wasn't fabulously written, but it wasn't bad. And it kept me in suspense. And had a fair amount of smut involved, to boot. Still, I wasn't embarrassed to take it down to the food court to read while I ate my lunch there instead of in the breakroom.
My parents kept books like that hidden in their closet. (Not very well, as I know I remember finding their hiding place without issue. Not that I was looking for smutty books, of course! I was looking for dad's hidden Playboys, DUH.)
And I know that there's still a big interest in non-smutty works, for sure. I'm in the middle of a YA novel Spoiled by the girls over at Go Fug Yourself right now, actually, and have 3 of the Harry Potter books to read still, dammit. And I'm reading Jenny's (a.k.a. The Bloggess) book Let's Pretend This Never Happened right now, too.
But I'm thinking it might be time for a break from all that awesomeness. And time to hop on this fun, suddenly-acceptable to all smut train that seems to be rolling across the world. It IS summertime, after all. Why not embrace my inner vixen? Everyone else is doing it, right? :D