As you know I've been stuck, crazy stuck, in my book reading. I think it was an overload of good new releases. Too much to read, too little time. I am reading 4 books right now and haven't finished a damn one. So I made a bold call. I decided to finish Fifty Shades of Grey. Yes, you read that last sentence correctly. To put it mildly, I was not a fan. But damn it I needed to finish a book, good or not. Onto Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed. I did it, in 4 days I read both. I even tried to hide it by reading them on my NOOK so that no one could tell. I read good books, I don't read that crap. But in 4 days I was done.
I felt dirty and ashamed that I bent down to the crush of non-readers who think this is one of the best books they've ever read. I thought I was better than that. Turns out I'm not. Now I've said it, I need to defend myself. I still think it's crap. I still think it's terribly written. It is truly fan fiction: not original, very predictable, and full of plot holes. That being said, it's readable if you can get past her over use of "inner goddess," "heady" and my favorite phrase, "he rubbed my sex." By the time I got halfway through book 2 I started to skip the sex scenes because they were almost all the same, this stymied me seeing as how this was supposed to be the big deal about it. As I have said before, I've read dirtier much better written. By book three I wanted to know more about the characters and less about the sex. The problem is everything that happened in the book wasn't built up to, it wasn't alluded to it just sort of conveniently occurred when she needed her story to turn. Something to throw off a flowing relationship let's drop in a pregnancy by running into your gynecologist on the street. . . . really? Need some drama no problem we'll throw in a kidnapping with a five million dollar ransom. But when it was all said and done I was ,for the most part, entertained.
Mea Culpa. . . . well sort of :)
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