At my age, my arthritis flared up just reading about Ana’s sexual gymnastics. And for some reason, I kept thinking about her contracting genital warts. Soon, however, Ana’s endless pyrotechnic climaxes resembled repetitively watching porn: after a while, it leaves me bored and yawning. That said, there was a definite infectiousness to the plot; and taking Viagra to stiffen my resolve, I persevered.

THE FUNNIEST AMAZON REVIEW I HAVE EVER READ

(sidenote: is Mr Grey a not-so-subtle reference to E. Edward Grey from Secretary? Methinks someone’s obvious is showing.)