I decided to humor myself. Give this story one last chance so I could attempt to see what so many loose screws and washed up soccer moms see in it. If you’d like something long to satisfy your taste—and no, I’m not talking about Christian Grey’s “favorite and most cherished body part.” Get your mind out of the gutter—you can read my intensive review of the trilogy *here*, but for now I’ll keep this short, sweet, and to the point.
Do you know those documentaries that take you inside the minds of serial killers?
And in the very wise words of the ever insightful Forrest Gump: “That’s all I have to say about that.”