Have you been looking for your inner
goddess and can't seem to find her? Well don't turn to EL James' hit
book Fifty Shades of Grey for any satisfaction whatsoever. My book
club chose to follow the craze and read this book like every other
woman in America right now. Of the five of us not a single person
liked it. It was THAT bad!
If you've been living under a rock (or
just avoid magazines, newspapers, MSN homepages, television, and the like) you may
not know what book I'm reviewing. The first of a trilogy (yep, there
are two more in this series!), EL James writes of a young coed named
Anastasia Steele. She is not only young but also naïve, silly, and
downright annoying. She meets a slightly older man named Christian
Grey who is rich, good-looking, and more controlling and abusive than
Stanley was to Stella in A Streetcar Named Desire. I don't get the
attraction but somehow Christian casts his spell on Anastasia and
before she knows it, she has signed a nondisclosure agreement to have
really weird sex with a man who is hiding his past. The most
unfortunate thing about this story is that it goes nowhere.
Seriously, nothing happens in this book. Ana shares the very odd
details of losing her virginity and tragically uses phrases like
“holy cow” and “inner goddess” as if she is in junior high
school. Ugh.I cannot defend this book in any way and I certainly recommend avoiding the temptation to read what everyone else is reading. It's not kinky, sexy, erotic...it's just plain bad writing about two twenty-somethings who contribute to an abusive relationship. Not exactly good times. On that note, avoid the bandwagon and skip this book. You'll thank me later.
Happy reading! ~Cherry
