Fifty Shades Of Meh
So, I’m reading Fifty Shades Of Grey at the moment…I’m not sure that I understand the allure, nor why every person who reads it seems to think it’s the best thing ever. It’s smut, for crying out loud. That’s all. Smut. Woohoo. I’ve read fanfics with better smut-to-story ratio than this, and that had better-written characters.
Seriously; the Anastasia character is basically a staple of the beginner fic writer. Well, so is Christian, really. I mean, c’mon…a timid, sexually inexperienced young woman and a wealthy, mysterious, kinky dude? Yeah, pretty standard fare.
At any rate, I’m not finding it engrossing the way most seem to. I find myself reading along hoping to find what it is that capturing the…ahem…minds of so many people, but I’ve yet to been able to do so. It’s not doing it for me. In fact, it’s quite a bit tamer than I was expecting. Of course, since the next one is “Darker,” it could get rowdier. And while it’s not the page-turner I was hoping to find, I’ll probably be willing to stick around through all three books, since I’ll admit to being mildly curious about the end result (though I’m banking on the cop-out of “love conquers all.”)
Will I say that anyone is stupid for liking these books? No. Hell, it’s getting people who hate reading (what the fuck is up with that, anyway?) to pick up a book. Reading something is usually better than reading nothing, and sometimes it’ll get someone into the habit of reading once in a while. But let’s not kid ourselves into thinking this is great literature. It’s not. It’s just a smut fic. The only difference is between these books and anyone of the hundreds or thousands of stories like it online is that these were written about original characters, and not characters developed by another.
Perhaps, when I get to the end of the books, I’ll be able to write a scathing review.