Ok, so I probably shouldn’t write a review of a book I have not finished reading but honestly I just can’t bring myself to pick it up again.
My book club selected Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L James for our July book because, well I think because they fell for the hype and thought it would be great to have an excuse for reading the thing.
“You’re actually reading that?!” *Scandalized facial expression*
“Yes Mom, I need to read it for book club.”
So, anyway… I got it on my Kindle (because then no one can see the cover!) and started reading… and right off the bat I disliked the main character. Skip ahead to where the female MC meets the male MC, and I didn’t like him either.
I have been unable to finish this book because I don’t like any of the main characters, there’s no real story to speak of and the sex scenes so far (I’ve only read about 60% of the book) are somewhat contrived, repetitive, unrealistic and boring. Yeah, it’s mommy porn and I said it was boring. I’m not a prude, I enjoy a good steamy scene as much as the next red-blooded female….it’s because no matter what type of book it is there needs to be a story, a plot, some direction that the author is taking you… without a story line it’s just a series of scenes!
I looked Fifty Shades up on Wiki and read that it started as Twilight fan-fic. Aaaahh yes, that explains a lot.
(Side note: I have read all of the Twilight books and although they are not among my favorite reads, and I found some parts hugely annoying, overall I was entertained.)
I’m just not enamored with the idea that if someone is beautiful enough (so beautiful you can barely look at them, oh gasp, he’s so beautiful, oh can he be real? He’s. Just. So. Beautiful!) then you don’t worry about all the things that are horrible about that person – like the fact that they are stalkers, watch you sleep at night or discover your location by tracking your phone, like the fact that they admit that they want to cause you pain (just a little bit, you’ll like it), like the fact that they demand that you keep secrets from your friends and family, like the fact that they try and control everything that you do, including what you wear and what you eat.
Not all books need to have a message but can we please not write books that send entirely the wrong message?