I mean really, who was I kidding.

I read all three books.

I read all three books in 9 days.

I basically ditched my life for the past week while I plunged into Anastasia Steel and Christian Grey's whirlwind romance...if you can call it that.

Needless to say (especially after the J. Edgar Hoover conversation with Mark) that my time would be better spent reading some sort of historical novel that might help my IQ or my general knowledge of anything pre-1992, but nope...instead I chose to enter the world of a sadist tyrant with mommy issues.

I couldn't put the damn book down and I have 5 piles of laundry, leftover delivery pizzas and annoyed kids to prove it.

The fact is that books like that....that I find purely entertaining and nothing more...well...they're truly magical.

They allow you to completely get lost in an imaginary world that knows no boundaries or judgment.

That being said, I usually am sad when I finish a book I've been obsessed with...wanting it to go on forever and forever.

But not this time.

I'm glad this ride is over.

I am thankful for a happy ending....in a world where sometimes they are hard to find.

Thank you EL James for letting me disappear for a while.

Laters, baby.