Maybe the heroine is uninteresting as white bread like Bella Swan, but for serious this book is like Stephenie Meyer gave up Mormonism and her whole Abstinence campaign and joined some sex cult.
Some super creepy Dominance-fueled sex cult.
Just saying.
I was like- Oh God, this book is lame as all hell.
Then I was like O.O MY EYEBALLS HAVE BEEN RAPED WITH WORDS.
Then I think- this book was written by a lady- A TV executive with two kids who lives in South London
Then I was like O.O MY EYEBALLS HAVE BEEN RAPED WITH WORDS.
Then I think- this book was written by a lady- A TV executive with two kids who lives in South London
So I googled her.
THIS IS E.L. JAMES
And after doing a bit of Wiki research I found out certain things.
She apparently wrote the bones of 50 shades as a twilight fanfiction.
MYSTERY SOLVED.
Also apparently it's her midlife crisis on paper.
OBVIOUSLY.
She's late 40's and I'm being a jerk, because I know that I'm not the prettiest lady on the dance floor- but she kind of looks like a guy in a wig, or that library lady with too many cats who reads harlequins day and night.
And she came up with this.
Does anyone remember the secretary in the movie "10 things I hate about you". The one that was writing the extremely dirty romance novel on her computer instead of actually doing anything remotely productive? This is that woman made flesh, just a lot creepier.
I know the "I" in the book is supposed to be the lovely Anastasia Steele, but now all I'm going to picture is her... and somehow that's going to lessen the impact. Kind of like how in Glee when they started using coach Beiste as a cool-off code--> yeah like that.
I don't know what's worse, knowing that she wrote this book, or the fact that ladies my mom's age are reading this book.
*Shudder*
*Shudder*