Fifty Shades of Grey — the best-selling book in British history, if your brain can even process such a statement — is no longer the buzzworthy bestseller it was back in the summer of our cultural innocence (2012). Sales might pick up again when the already disappointing movie hits theaters in 2014, but then again, why would anyone buy new copies of the book when there’s a burgeoning graveyard of discarded Fifty Shades paperbacks being tended on some foggy English moor by a well-mannered and overburdened gravedigger?
According to the Telegraph, always game for reporting even the most forgettable of E.L. James’s bowel movements, the UK is quickly amassing a “paper mountain” of discarded copies of Fifty Shades. It appears that the book, as trendy things are liable to do, has fallen out of vogue with the reading public, and people who weren’t fast and discreet enough to simply buy a Kindle copy of Fifty Shades of Grey, read it within the seven-day window, and return it for a full refund, are hastily trying to unload their copies on the first person who will take them.