The truth is we can thank the Mormons for 50 Shades of Grey. Stephanie Meyer’s sexually frustrated adolescent romp that saw her brooding ancient vampire hero hold onto his virtue long enough to virginally marry his teen first love seemed swoony enough to spawn a generation of (probably now embarrassed) Twihards. But it wasn’t enough for the libidinous masses. Twilight got the juices flowing but EL James’ Twilight fan fiction threw all marginal sense of decorum out the... Read more