So, I’ve finally finished the Fifty Shades trilogy… and I honestly don’t understand all the hoopla around it. Then again, I still don’t understand all the hoopla around the Twilight series.
I… just… There are so many frustrating things about Fifty Shades. I could go on a rant about the characters or the plot, but what absolutely killed me was the writing itself. Did the beta— er, editor even glance at it?
I don’t know. It was fine for what it was: A quick, mindless read to wind down from the work day. Although, if I have to hear about anyone’s inner goddess one more time, I will cut a bitch.
This conversation happened yesterday—
Mom: So I’m almost done reading Fifty Shades of Grey. Do you want to borrow it when I’m done?
Me: Is it any good? I mean, at least fun to read?
Mom: Yeah! But it’s got a lot of that DBM… MDS…
Mom: Yeah! That’s it! Wait… why do you know what that is?
Me: Why are you telling me to read a book with that in it?