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E.L. James: Fifty Shades of Grey

Why can't those people just write their own stories instead of having to resort to the literary rape of classics?
 
I read an excerpt of Fifty Shades of Grey, the overuse of adjectives was too much for my nerves. I would recommend E L James be given a spanking, but she'd enjoy it too much.
 
Any time an author tries to sell me on a character's "charm" by waxing hormonal about how "ridiculously good-looking" he is, I snicker inwardly. I can't think why....

Blue Steel!

Huh.

:rofl:
 
Fifty Shades of Grey and the other two books after it were ALL disappointing. Yes, the bedroom scenes (or in this case the sex room scenes) were entertaining. The rest had me constantly shaking my head at this young girl who allowed an older rich man to control just about everything she did and she claims he is the love of her life. The few times she put her foot down weren't anything special. I did NOT get the feeling these two were "soulmates."
 
If I'm going to be completely honest I have to say I feel like these books were just written for ordinary, plain, frumpy girls to feel special. You have a good looking, intelligent, young, rich man. He choses the plain, quiet, girl who is still in college at the time and working at a hardware store. Really??? I just don't buy into it. I'm sure my thoughts on this have all those "frumpy" girls I was referring to, who are drooling over these books thinking their Christian Grey is going to come rescue them in Walmart or some other ridiculous setting, a little upset.
 
I'm only 22 years old(so I'm sure my naive nature is somewhat responsible for what I enjoy of the book), and I have to admit that the scenes started off entertaining(I'm about halfway through the first book), but the formula is a bit repetitive. What I like about this book is definitely kind of a guilty perverted pleasure I gain everytime Ana "gives in" to her newly found sexuality. And in all honesty, I find myself rooting for Christian Grey, and his arrogant attitude(maybe i have some sadistic qualities?).
I've been able to take away what little wisdom there was to offer in this book, but as stated above, it's hard to buy. I can't imagine myself spending money on some random college chick either was I some kind of billionaire CEO. However since I haven't read much romance, or any at all, I'm interested in finding out about other romance novels. I can say the book has made me curious about this genre of writing in general.

I don't know what it's like to be a billionaire, and I don't know what it's like to be a woman for that matter... so this being written by a woman, that perverted side of me derives pleasure from reading into the mind of this author. Nonetheless, I don't see myself finishing this entire series, unless the author leaves me with some kind of irresistible cliffhanger.
 
This book is considered "erotic romance". Erotic... yes. Romance??? Not my idea of it anyway. The "erotic" parts were interesting, though not shocking as I had been told by others who had read it. Maybe because I'm not new to this kind of thing if you know what I mean. I just can't get over hot, rich, intelligent Christian Grey with plain, mild, ordinary Ana. Even her name is plain. Thank goodness for the erotic parts... or this book series would have bombed completely.
 
I had pretty much decided I won't read this since I read that absolutely fantastic review on Goodreads linked to by Sparky, but thought what the heck since this book was up for a discussion with a couple of friends.

Even with advance warning, I have to say it is worse than I thought. I'm more than half-way through, so I don't want to say anything more conclusive than what I've read so far, but I have problems wanting to pick it up again. The writing is horrible, all that Oh Ana, get a grip on yourself Ana, Ana this, Ana that, really grated. (yeah, the writing's as horrible as that last sentence there from me).

I read fantasy, so I know a little about suspending disbelief when reading fiction, but this is implausible. I hate impossibly young overachievers who owns a huge company and runs it like a seasoned CEO, with 4 years of flying experience and plenty of time to chase skirts for BDSM sessions. There's no way he could have spent the time spent chasing Ana and realistically run a multimillion dollar company. With all of this achievements and status, you'd think this arrogant CEO would have a little more composure when his mother drops in uninvited to his apartment (not his room, mind you, just his place!), even if it was just after sex. You'd think wrong. Geez.

And the sex? Well. I had to re-read some of the sex scenes since most here seem to like them and are apparently the book's saving grace. Plus I haven't yet got to the BDSM parts (which I presume is going to be there, since there's a ridiculous contract in there and all), so maybe that will let loose my surging hormones. But the whole thing reminds me of an overenthusiastic male gamer, all the while promising a female acquaintance how amazing a joint session of World of Warcraft is going to be after a few obliging rounds of Farmville. "You haven't played online multiplayer? At all? Take your clothes off right now. We're playing Farmville."

At the moment, I much prefer to watch Olympics badminton. And you should watch it too - the world's 2 best badminton mens singles players are going to duke it out tomorrow, and it promises to be more exciting than archery.
 
^ All the disqualifications in the women's doubles has added some mild drama to proceedings.

On topic: Oh Christian Grey, where are you? Come and save me from all this...Walmart hardware...
Seriously, they are calling it mummy porn* which suggests the older ladies are digging it.

*mummy as in mothers, not Imhotep.

If I'm going to be completely honest I have to say I feel like these books were just written for ordinary, plain, frumpy girls to feel special. You have a good looking, intelligent, young, rich man. He choses the plain, quiet, girl who is still in college at the time and working at a hardware store. Really??? I just don't buy into it. I'm sure my thoughts on this have all those "frumpy" girls I was referring to, who are drooling over these books thinking their Christian Grey is going to come rescue them in Walmart or some other ridiculous setting, a little upset.
 
^ All the disqualifications in the women's doubles has added some mild drama to proceedings.
Oooo, sneaked that in there, and I almost missed it! :)

There is a little upside to this, as people not usually interested in badminton raised an eyebrow, and deciding maybe they should give this sport a try.

Or maybe not.

The player who retired is one of the best badminton female players on the planet. And one of two stupidest too, as it turns out, because the badminton watching public is used to seeing China throw matches when it suits them. Just not done that deliberately. It was awful to watch. And Russia said "Hey China, thanks for the bronze medal!"

To bring this thread back to relevance: uhm, I *still* haven't picked up where I left off yet in 50 Shades!
 
^ I don't understand why the organisers thought a round robin system was the way to go.
The men's singles final was entertaining, I feel bad for Lee Chong Wei.

Fifty Shades Of The Mummy's Curse - It'll have you in knots!
 
The men's singles final was entertaining, I feel bad for Lee Chong Wei.
There was a mighty good chance today could be declared a national holiday if he won. I feel bad for a missed holiday! It was an awesome match, one of 2 best matches I have ever watched (the other being the World Champs finals last year, where again we missed a chance for a holiday).
 
You realise that when you're talking about badminton in the Fifty Shades thread, everyone's thinking about new inventive uses of rackets and shuttlecocks, right?

...Just me then? Sorry.
 
Uh... just you.

Hey! That means you get to write the next smash (geddit? smash? nevermind) trilogy. Not everyone would have thought of combining badminton with awesome BDSM.

All those feathers, on those cocks, and you whack them, and spills over the net, backhand, forehand. They get real sweaty too. I could go on.
 
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