I have finished the first two books in the very controversial trilogy, "50 Shades of Grey," and I am well into the last book. While the book is very... um... erotic, I do not see the reason it has been banned from our library shelves. The verbiage is not vulgar or disgusting. The context of the story can be a little disturbing, but I found myself wanting to know why Christian Grey is the way he is, and rooting for this very odd couple. I have read far more vulgar books from the library than this one. I thought we live in the Land of the Free, not the Land of Censorship. How far have we really come as a country if someone else determines what we can or cannot read? Why do others get to decide what is appropriate reading material for me? I don't get it at all.
In a country where we are free to walk outside in whatever clothing we see appropriate, befriend whomever we deem worthy of our friendship, go to work or school wherever we want, watch whatever shows we enjoy, marry who we love (still wishing for all 50 states to allow same sex marriage here), go to the church of our choice, drive wherever we want, etc., why are books being censored and what gives the people who ban them the right to decide what is appropriate for me?
You can go onto the Internet and buy anything from clothes, to shoes, to pets, to cars, to candy to a college degree, yet not walk into a library that our tax dollars help support and borrow a book? Did you know you can buy chips from Alcoholics' Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous on-line? Yep! You no longer have to attend meetings, quit drinking, stop doing drugs and work your steps to be clean and sober. All you have to do is Google "AA/NA Chips" and for a few measly dollars, you can make everyone (but yourself) think you are clean and sober for however long you want them to think you have been. Just don't go to the library and ask for the book. Actors are allowed to say 4 letter words on regular television and that is acceptable, but an adult can't go to a free library and exercise freedom to choose a book? I just don't get it. My life, my body, my choice... just not my reading material.