A review by heatherjodavis
Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James

4.0

(I just spent 15 minutes searching for 50 Shades instead of Fifty Shades... that's neither here nor there, just letting you know how my morning is going.)

I read this only so I'd know what the hype is about. Also, 20/20 did a special on how this mommy porn was taking over suburbia and allowing slightly deviant behavior to three bedroom, two-bath homes all over America. And The Dad begged me to read it, and I always do what I am told. (Not really.)

Not to tip my sexually deviant hand, but after I read it I didn't find anything that was so completely off my radar. (Well, the belt thing is a no-go, and I believe the riding crop has never graced our home, but other than that...)

The scenes were indeed steamy. Ummmm-hmmmm they were steamy. I did like the idea of this Grey-character sweeping Ana completely off of her feet. What I did NOT like was how Ana was completely emo, and Grey was completely wishy-washy.

Bella (of Twilight fame) was 17 years old. She, by virtue of her age, was allowed to be emo. That's pretty much the definition of a 17-year-old girl. Ana, on the other hand, is a 22 year old college graduate looking to become a literary agent at some point in time in her life. She's going to have to stop being emo and grow a pair. (From what I know of agents, they are not always nice.) I didn't like that she sometimes had the gall and sometimes she didn't. "I could never do that, Christian. Oh, wait. I'll do that." I realize that if they were to communicate openly and effectively, this would have just been a sex book with no conflict.

That final scene really proved they were just 17 year olds pretending to be grown-ups. When he says he's going to do that thing with the belt and then she says NO. Then Yes. Then says she liked it. Then got up and broke up with him. Oh for heaven's sake. BE HONEST.

I just wish (and maybe she will) become a stronger woman in books 2 and 3. I had said that I wasn't going to read 2 & 3, but then I will and then I won't. And now I can't stop thinking about them. But I know they're bad for me. But, maybe I could just read them to gain experience in reading sex books...