I thought I’d do my first review over a best seller that is
sweeping the nation – possibly nations.
Brace yourselves for something terrible. I give to you my review of Fifty Shades of Grey.
The best description of this book that I’ve ever heard
remains “It’s like reading a really bad blog.”
(Thank you, Bethany Cecil. When I
couldn’t find the words she could.)
Now, I will do my best to explain why I find this hugely
popular book to be a travesty of the greatest proportion. Of all the love stories out there – even
those of the soft core porn variety – you chose this horrifically written
monstrosity as the book to become enamored with, society? My disappointment in mankind is
immeasurable. There are so many
phenomenal books out there and authors who deserve your support and
admiration. I apologize, but E.L. James
is not one of these authors.
Sex is sexy. I get
it. Men have Playboys and women have raunchy romance novels. I like something a little spicy in my
life, too. However, if I’m going to
spend hours reading pages upon pages of the written word there needs to be a
story. There needs to be a plot,
character development and - if the work has been published - I would prefer it
didn’t have blatant grammatical errors. Trust
me – you can get your soft core fix and a beautifully written story if you look
hard enough.
I’m not going to lie to you – I only read to page 187. I tried so very hard to finish this book but
when I read the words:
“For the first time in my life, I voluntarily go for a run.
I find my nasty, never-used sneakers, some sweatpants, and a T-shirt,” (p. 187)
I decided I’d reached my tipping point. Those are likely in the running for the two
most horribly written and useless sentences in the history of mankind. Also, why are your shoes nasty if you've never used them? There is a bigger problem with your life than signing over your freedom to a mentally unstable man and being referred to as 'the submissive' for the foreseeable future - if your shoes are disgusting and you've never worn them.
Everyone kept telling me to just keep reading and I would
really start to care about the characters and their love story. How long am I supposed to wait to care about
the characters?? If I don’t care about
anyone – at all – in the book by chapter twelve wouldn’t you say there is a
PROBLEM?? I should have done a little
more research before committing to reading this book because if I had learned
before starting that this book was inspired by Twilight I would have known it to be the huge disappointment that
it is before opening to the first page.
I blame myself, really.
Sorry – onto the actual reviewing part of this book.
The first thing that bothered me was, well, the entire first
chapter. So many commas haphazardly
thrown about . . . and why does curly hair always have to be unmanageable in
novels? I know lots of people with very
manageable curls. That’s more of a
personal thing, though and not a blatantly terrible thing for an author to
write. What is blatantly terrible is
calling the best friend’s Mercedes “the Merc”.
Also, the conversations between EVERYONE are unbelievable, unimportant and therefore unreadable. Once you get past the first
chapter and you learn more about Mr. Grey and Miss Steele the more horrifying
the writing gets. I can’t think of a
single more disgusting or immature way to refer to a woman’s vagina than as her
“sex”.
The further into the book you get the more you realize that
the only thing this book is kind of good for is the sex. Well, it's good for the sex if you know nothing about sex. The characters are unlikeable. The relationships between characters are
absurd and would never survive in reality.
The worst character of all is the main character – much like the main
character in Twilight. My issues with Miss Steele are as follows:
1. She
has an extreme lack of self-confidence
2. She
has had apparently ZERO sex education even though she’s in her twenties (do not
misunderstand me – I have nothing against virginal women but I do have something
against ignorant women who become entangled in sadistic sexual relationships)
3. She
forgives her male best friend for sexually assaulting her
4. She
agrees to sign a contract that allows a man to basically own her AND beat her
5. In
just the 187 pages I read it was blatantly obvious that this was a girl who
would just completely fall apart at the seams should this man who has shown her
ONLY lust and NOT love leave her. Outside
of sadistic sex with Mr. Grey this is a girl who has nothing going for
her. This shows an obvious lack of
self-worth and is another instance in popular (terrible, but popular)
literature where a woman is portrayed as someone who absolutely cannot function
without a man. What were these feminists
working toward all these years? What
decade is this? Only in the 21st
century can women take roughly 3,000 steps backward in maturity and self awareness
and still think that they’ve matured and moved forward because there is
sadistic sex involved. I guess it doesn’t
matter if women are seen as useless, unintelligent, childlike and submissive in
every way as long as they are getting laid but good.
I recently read a magazine article that
suggested there is something wrong with society when people are OK with a book
about teenagers killing each other but have issues with a book about sex. I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather
be the badass lady from Hunger Games
who fights for what’s right in a dystopian post-apocalyptic world than a
submissive twat who signs a contract that allows a single man to beat the shit
out of her for his own pleasure because she can’t imagine a life without him. Oh and just so we’re clear – I’d also like to
point out the stark difference between a made-up dangerous world that promotes
behaviors that people obviously don’t expect to emulate in their real life and
the dangerous real world that is portrayed in 50 Shades that encourages young women to be tortured for a
good lay and believe there's nothing wrong with it.
OH! I almost forgot –
why, Miss Steele, are you consistently wearing your hair in pigtails? Why are we reinforcing the idea that it is OK
to be attracted to a woman because she looks like a little girl, E.L.? I find this to be creepy in a kid-toucher
mustache type of way. And what woman
wants the man she’s with to be attracted to the six year old version of
herself?
I can’t believe there are three of these books . . .