Book number 24: Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James. Another book from My Man’s shopping bag. Thank you, Babe. 🙂 I did not realize this book is so popular right now. I needed new titles to read and Fifty Shades of Grey was suggested in my book club on Facebook.
What it is: The back cover says erotic romance and if I’m being completely honest, the first few chapters gave me a headache. However, Fifty Shades of Grey isn’t all printed porn, as some may call it, but a psychological exposition – Freud would have a field day, the book says. It shows how early experiences affect the development of people, alongside the subject of “pleasure and pain, reward and punishment“, knowing one’s self, and pushing boundaries.
It asks readers how far can you go to fulfill certain needs, how long can you go to understand someone you feel for, and how deep can you go to get acquainted with your deepest, darkest, and probably, most embarrassing desires.
What I liked about it: Fifty Shades of Grey is one big fight amongst the id, ego, and superego – writhing tension from start to finish! The narration is funny, witty, sexy, dark, and electrifying. But the best thing about Fifty Shades of Grey, I found, is that it is hot and cold at the same time. The mercurial flow is gripping and the ending pretty fit – it was what I was hoping for all along. If it did not end the way it did, Fifty Shades of Grey would have lost its appeal. I also approve of the many email bits – nice way to break the monotony of the text while shedding more light to the characters.
Speaking of, the characters are developed well and quite believable. Interestingly, I think the fascination of women with Fifty Shades of Grey begins and ends with the enigmatic Mr. Grey. He may come with “a bloody contract, a flogger, and a whole world of issues” but he is one “creepy good-looking bastard.” Given that not all women appreciate men who has a Red Room of Pain who regularly seeks sex slaves, Mr. Grey fits the bill of the main man in most women’s fantasies, well, minus the “fifty shades of fucked up” bit of course – wealthy, powerful, seductive, competent, strong-willed, passionate, not to mention smoldering hot that it is almost an excuse to be a sexual psychopath, fykwim.
I must mention though, that while reading, I sometimes picture him as the younger version of Tony Stark, and Taylor, Agent Colton. But I also agree with him being played by Thor, as my blog friend Sheng suggested. The song Volcanoes would also make for great musical scoring.
What I did not like about it: This may sound stupid but the detailed and repeated sex did not go well with me. It must have been a hundred orgasms and ejaculations. Holy fuck. Plus, the idea that Anastasia is 21 leaves me queasy. Also, I roll my eyes at the many sex parts on Fifty Shades of Grey where Ana would have three orgasms and Mr. Grey would come only at the end of three. Seriously, in real life, there is this little thing called premature ejaculation. 🙄 He may have an erection on steroids but his qualifications are certainly far from the sexual prowess of a pig. Lastly, the real story shows itself midway in the book and blazes to the end, abruptly, maybe too abruptly, that somehow I feel shortchanged – that or I need to get the sequel to the trilogy.
Recommended for: Read this if you are someone looking for more creative ideas with sex, for those bored couples, and perhaps anyone else who would not watch porn but would willingly read it. 😉 No, really, if you have an open mind and you want to read a more adventurous genre, then go for Fifty Shades of Grey – it might improve your circulation.
Second photo taken from here.