I can’t believe I’m doing this. I have resisted absolutely anything to do with Fifty Shades of Grey since it was originally released and I’m finally caving. Why am I caving you ask? Well because I am going to see the movie tomorrow night…with my mother @__@! Yeah, I know! Anyway, I have a long standing rule on reading the book before I see the movie when these adaptations are done. And of course, since I’m going to review the movie, and some beauty products from a collaboration with Make Up For Ever, then of course I also have to review the book. So sit tight ladies and gents, and join me as I go back to where it all began…with the book Fifty Shades of Grey by E L James.
I tried, I really tried. I tried everything I could to like Fifty Shades of Grey by E L James, but it just didn’t work. It’s just so, so bad! Not the premise of the story per-say, but more the execution of it. While Fifty Shades of Grey, might have been a really popular Twilight Fanfiction offering, and was probably very good in that sense, it really should have stayed as Fanfiction.
The writing is bad. Especially when you consider that it was put out by a major publishing house with professional editors and so on. It reads as fanfic! It does not read like literature. I’ve read old Harlequin Romance novels that had better writing than Fifty Shades of Grey. And then there is the insta-love/lust, obsession, violations of privacy, wishes, personal space and stalking you find in Fifty Shades of Grey. All of that really isn’t surprising as it is following in the Twilight format of what love is, and I hate it in Fifty Shades of Grey just as much as I hated it in Twilight.
And don’t even get me started on the sex scenes. They are just so bad it will leave you laughing rather than raising your temperature. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against BDSM. In fact, I don’t really care what people do in their bedrooms. As long as it is being done by two adults of sound mind and body, and it doesn’t involve children or animals, I say let your freak flag fly! But the BDSM in Fifty Shades of Grey is just done so poorly that instead of coming across as sexy, forbidden and intriguing, it looks like amateurs fumbling their way through what they think BSDM is!
For me, Fifty Shades of Grey by E L James is just a poorly done book on all fronts. If there is one instance when I wished I had just skipped reading the book and just went to see the movie, this would be it.