I'm Not Your Momma...

Yeah...

So, this is what I'm doing right now:

I'm a little late to the whole "The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo" party.*

I'm not into mysteries. Scary just isn't my thing. 

The books are good, though. 

I'm not saying you should go out and buy them. I mean I wouldn't recommend them because the content is pretty dang disturbing. And it's pretty dang, um, 'adult.' 

So, don't read it. I mean, I am, but you shouldn't. 

It's a 'do as I say not as I do' sort of situation. 

But...

The heroine is kinda like heroin to me. 

She is very captivating. 

However...

There is something that annoys the business out of me about the books. 

The protagonist is a gentleman named Michael and he has a relationship with a lady named Erica Berger. 

The catch is that Berger is married - just not to Michael. 

And apparently that is fine with Berger's husband. 

Because, get this, their passion is such that it won't be denied. 

"His long term sexual passion was evidently so strong that it would be unreasonable to believe that mere convention could keep them apart."

Er...

"It was simply the soul's inability to rein itself in."

The soul's inability to rein itself in?

Are you kidding me?

I mean, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Heres the deal: 

You know who really has trouble reining themselves in?

Freaking toddlers.

You know who else has trouble reining themselves in?

Serial killers.

I mean, if you want to carry on with a married woman that's your prerogative. 

I'm not your Momma.

Just don't pass it off as 'the soul's inability to rein itself in.'

Because, I'm pretty sure it's not 'the soul' that's unable to rein itself in at that point. 

Sheesh...

Aren't I the opinionated one tonight?**

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* Why yes, those are my high school basketball sweat pants. 

** My mom has opinions on me still wearing these pants.