"When literature student Anastasia Steele goes to interview young entrepreneur Christian Grey, she encounters a man who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating. The unworldly, innocent Ana is startled to realize she wants this man and, despite his enigmatic reserve, finds she is desperate to get close to him. Unable to resist Ana’s quiet beauty, wit, and independent spirit, Grey admits he wants her, too—but on his own terms."
My husband came to me the other day and said "Have you read this book called 'Fifty Shades of Grey'?" I had seen it in the bookstores, but I hadn't heard of it or the author before.
My husband doesn't read. He's a sports and poker nut, and the last book he read was probably 10 years ago or more. So when he's heard of a book, you KNOW there's a lot of hype about the book. So I decided to buy a copy of the book and see what all the hype was about.
The hype is tripe, as is the book. Our heroine in the book, Anastasia Steele, is a naive little girl who falls into the office of one Christian Grey, a complicated young billionaire who takes her on the erotic ride of her life, and gives her a taste of bondage and domination. She hasn't a clue what she's in for, and the book is clueless as well.
The book reminds me of a twisted version of "Twilight", with unbelievable sex scenes, lack of vampires, but the same unbelievable setting and characters. The only good part of the book is it will rip easily to line the bottom of your bird cage, or use as mulch in your garden. I'm sorry I wasted my time reading it. I'm also shocked that this book made the New York Times Bestseller list. How did such an egregious error take place on this once prestigious list?
If you want erotic fiction, at least read something that is somewhat believable. I recommend the oldie but goodie "Memoirs of a Beatnik" by Diane DiPrima, which is a memoir account of the beat generation in New York.