We are two women who recently suffered through reading Fifty Shades of Grey, at roughly the same time. One of us lives in Wales. The other in Australia. One of us read all three books. The other read the first one and suffered through the last one (and didn’t feel like she actually missed anything by not reading the second one that couldn’t be garnered from a brief recap given by her Welsh friend).
We hate these books. Hate is a strong word, but we feel it is validly used in the context of this travesty of literature that EL James has managed to get published.
She ripped the story completely from Twilight, can’t write coherently, added in some repetitive (and quite overdone and boring in the end) sex, had a lead male character that in many cases would probably be pegged as an obsessive psychopathic rapist douchebag and tried to pass his quirkier traits of as “sexy” and “hot” (primarily because he is Riiiiiiich. Like really rich. RICH), and instigated one of the most insipid, stupid, awful lead female characters around – AND tried to pass her off as being a woman other women should hold up as a shining light example of awesome womanly godessness. *yes, I can make up words like that, EL James has proved it possible*.
So read our blog. It might only go for a week while we vent our rage, it might go for ages if our mashup un-FanFic version of 50 SOG and Twilight actually comes together. We don’t know. But enjoy the ride of our venting rage while it lasts!