E. L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey - This was the book of the year as far as hypes go. Naturally I got hold of a copy somewhere back in May last year. O.M.G this book made me angry. And not because I have anything against popular fiction or because I’m a prude or a literary snob (I read Twilight, The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, The DaVinci Code and The Celestine Prophecy, The Clan of the Cave Bear etc with gusto, and by gusto I mean the same way I buy a box of Ferrero Rocher’s once in a while and eat them all by myself as I watch the latest RomCom).
I started to read it and failed completely. I’ve tried two or three times to read it again but to no avail. I want in on the mindlessly exciting book everyone is talking about. But if I read the protagonist being surprised at something one more time or feeling clumsy at doing something which isn’t even clumsy, I’m going to start crying, screaming or pulling my hair out in frustration. I might even do all three and in no particular order!
All this frustration and I didn’t even get to the naughty parts. Perhaps it was my inability to sympathize with the main character, or at her never ending surprise of ‘gorgeous’ men constantly falling over themselves for her. So, if you’ve read this book and enjoyed it, please, please and pretty please tell me how to read it and I will gladly give it another try (and I’ll even blog about it afterwards, of course).
Sofia