Fifty Shades of Grey - Chapter 1

This is the first paragraph of 50 Shades of Grey:

I scrowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair - it just won't behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under controll with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with blues eyes too big for her face staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a ponytail and hope that I look semi presentable. 

I roll my eyes in exasperation, as well. Who reads this shit? Oh yeah, me.

Meet Ana, a clumsy, unassuming, very naive student at WYU. She is obviously having a bad hair day just when she is supposed to meet with one of the most powerful man in the state of Washington. She is really only doing her roommate Katherine a favor, who is sick and apparently is the only person working on the student newspaper ("editor" she calls herself) because why else would she be sending Ana to a meeting this big in her stead, when little Ana apparently does not even know where the record button on a mini-recorder is?

Anyway, she goes to Seattle to meet with overwhelmingly good-looking, successful, yet arrogant controll freak Christian Grey. Ana actually trips and falls into his office after having had to encounter number of attractive Stepfordesque blondes from the moment she enters the - modern, sterile - office building. So far, every single person Ana encounters in the book (which statisticly says good things about the Seattle population, no?) is ridiculously attractive. I must one day go to Seattle to see this for myself.

Of course, Ana is immediately flustered by the blindingly good looks of Mr. Grey.

Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His overwhelming good looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish he'd stop doing that.

I will try to keep the quoting to a minimum, but it is hard, so hard.