First, I have to admit I haven't read the entire trilogy. In fact, I'm only halfway through the first book. But even after being about 10 pages in, I knew I was going to hate everything about Fifty Shades of Grey. And now that I'm a couple hundred pages in, I hate it even more that I thought was possible.
How, ladies, are these books No. 1 bestsellers? How? I don't understand!
What's with Christian and Ana constantly saying each others' names? Seriously, do they need to remind the other who they are every sentence? And don't even get me started on the dialogue between the two. It is just so ridiculous and unrealistic. But I have to say, the thing I hate the absolute most is Ana's inner monologue. Reading her thoughts seriously makes me want to punch myself in the face. Who the hell thinks, "Oh my!" during half of the things that happen in the book? I think my thoughts might just be a little more "WTF?" and "Get me the hell out of here" than "Oh my!" But hey, that's just me.
To be honest, while reading this book, I thought it was written by a man. I thought some dude took it upon himself to write an erotic book for women, assuming he knows what women are into. But no, it's written by a woman. Now, don't get me wrong, I get that every woman isn't into the same things, and all the power to the women who are into dominant/submissive role play. But for this little lady, the book was just so ridiculous that there was absolutely nothing erotic about it. I found myself rolling my eyes at the characters, the plot, the dialogue, the inner monologue, and basically everything else. I mean, could Christian smirk any more? I swear that word must have been used 1,000 times. (Excuse me, E.L. James, but maybe it's time to purchase a thesaurus.)
When I picked this book up at Chapters, I didn't really know what it was. I had just seen the title all over the interwebs and I had had a woman reference it in real life, so I figured it was time I read it. When I came out of the shop, Ian, who knew more about it than I did, asked me if I realized I had just bought smut. And honestly, I didn't know. But now, here I am reading my first smut book (aside from Catarina in Charge, which Ian and I read to each other while drinking beers and laughing on top of Tin Can Hill last year). I must say, although women are the main audience for these books, I don't think I'm the kind of woman that can take them seriously enough to experience the desired effects.
So, I guess what I'm saying is, I just don't get erotic novels.
How about you? What did you think of 50 Shades of Grey?