amarie24

I looked at my receipt.

I spent $17.07 of my hard-earned money. You see that, kiddies? That's seventeen dollars and seven cents that I spent.

On a book.

Called Fifty Shades of Grey.

Now...I had been wanting this book for quite a while. I believe that I first saw it on Goodreads (in fact, it was a Finalist for best romance on the site) and I was immediately intrigued. My curiosity and excitement was even more piqued when I went to the official website. Heck, it was gaining hype and, well...an avid reader like myself can't help but wonder what everyone is talking about so much.

Seventeen dollars and seven cents.

So, I went to Barnes & Noble with my mommy (yes, I still say mommy at 20 years old...anyone that has a problem with it shall get tickled!), saw the entire trilogy on several stands, and, well...

...Bought it.

Seventeen dollars and seven cents.

I don't know if disappointed is the right word. Or if boredom is the right word. Or deja vu (I'm a former Twilight fan...enough said). Or digust.

Either way, I was less than happy with what I was reading. I am currently on chapter three and I have already asked my mom if she knows how a book-return works; I can barely keep my eyes open.

BUT!

I paid seventeen dollars and seven cents.

In addition to that, I have this disorder where I think taking back a book, burning or a book, and/or throwing a book in the trash is shitty. Now, I can readily donate to the library, so I'm afraid I can't say what this disorder is at all. Please pardon me my inarticulation.

So, with that being said...I believe that I shall avenge my seventeen dollars and seven cents with a series of deconstrution posts.

What do you all think? ;)