Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James
I have to admit I'm probably the last person on the planet to read Fifty Shades of Grey. I only ended up with a copy of my own because every one else had already read it.
Recently I went to Hawaii to celebrate my sister-in-law's birthday. I thought I was so clever when I picked out her gifts. First I picked out a beautiful card and in it I wrote,
"May these gifts keep you young in mind, body and spirit."
I wrapped up some brain teaser puzzles of odd shaped pieces that if put together correctly form a perfect square. Next I gave her a small portable zen garden. And lastly I added a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. Cute idea, huh?
She'd already read it. As had her husband and everyone else at the party. Not wanting to be considered an Indian Giver, it took me a few minutes to finally admit I was the only outsider. She slid the book across the table in my direction. I now had a copy of my own to read.
Fifty Shades of Grey is by far the worst book I've ever read. For being smart and educated, Anastasia lacked any focus in her life. I don't care how good looking Christian was, her character was full of inconsistencies. Christian was just an ass. There was nothing to like about him even during some of the email banter the pair had which I considered kind of cute. The writing was poorly done and the characters, ill conceived. If Anastasia's breath hitched one more time, I thought I would puke.
I had to read a few hundred pages of garbage before there even was any sex. By the time they finally got around to it, I couldn't have cared less. Now at least I can say I've read it but I'm really sorry I wasted my time on it. Two more volumes in the series. I think not.
I have to admit I'm probably the last person on the planet to read Fifty Shades of Grey. I only ended up with a copy of my own because every one else had already read it.
Recently I went to Hawaii to celebrate my sister-in-law's birthday. I thought I was so clever when I picked out her gifts. First I picked out a beautiful card and in it I wrote,
"May these gifts keep you young in mind, body and spirit."
I wrapped up some brain teaser puzzles of odd shaped pieces that if put together correctly form a perfect square. Next I gave her a small portable zen garden. And lastly I added a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. Cute idea, huh?
She'd already read it. As had her husband and everyone else at the party. Not wanting to be considered an Indian Giver, it took me a few minutes to finally admit I was the only outsider. She slid the book across the table in my direction. I now had a copy of my own to read.
Fifty Shades of Grey is by far the worst book I've ever read. For being smart and educated, Anastasia lacked any focus in her life. I don't care how good looking Christian was, her character was full of inconsistencies. Christian was just an ass. There was nothing to like about him even during some of the email banter the pair had which I considered kind of cute. The writing was poorly done and the characters, ill conceived. If Anastasia's breath hitched one more time, I thought I would puke.
I had to read a few hundred pages of garbage before there even was any sex. By the time they finally got around to it, I couldn't have cared less. Now at least I can say I've read it but I'm really sorry I wasted my time on it. Two more volumes in the series. I think not.
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