When I wrote the post “Fifty Shades of intense publicity” in March, I had no idea what lay ahead.
The book is everywhere, prominently displayed in stores and covered by seemingly every major media outlet.
During my business travel through Texas this week, I made a point of snapping a pic each time I saw Fifty Shades in airport stores. But then it was too many pictures and the displays all looked the same.
I wonder if the writer of “Between Shades of Gray” is receiving an uptick in sales due to Gray/Grey confusion.
I’m happy for E.L. James. Succeeding beyond one’s wildest dreams.
The whole thing, though, is so very strange.
I just hope my mother somehow remains oblivious about Fifty Shades, and never ever asks me if I have read it.