You make it to the literary fiction section, only to notice a 50 Shades display right next to where they shelve the Faulkner and Dickens and what have you. You roll your eyes pretty hard at the dude in a bow tie who’s flipping through 50 Shades Freed, then you look around in hopes that someone witnessed your disdain. No? Fine. “What’s that book about?” your child asks, pointing to the handcuffs on the book’s cover.
“A jail for children” you say. And you almost regret it.
Almost, because somebody deserves to feel your scorn, right? RIGHT!? Take a couple of deep breaths and go to this page.