I haven't written a weekend whine for quite awhile and felt it was about time to not only up the quantity of whines, but get something off of my chest that has nothing to do with breast cancer. 'Bout time, eh?
See that? Have you read it? Have you heard about it? Relax if you haven't read it and plan to, as I have no intention of spoiling your fun by giving away the plot. I'm merely posting my (re)view here as a way to vent my disgust.
First of all, let me explain that I am a rapacious reader. You don't learn to use words like "rapacious" if you're not (vainglorious much Mags? OK, now I'm just showing off and proving that I know how to use a thesaurus.) I am on a constant lookout for new authors and also classics that I may have missed along the way. Nothing tickles me more than picking up a book and not being able to put it down until it is finished (along with the ubiquitous bag of peanut M&M's.) It will come as no surprise to you then, that I am also quick to jump at the chance to read books that are recommended to me by others. I'm not going to name any names here, because I don't want to get "her" in trouble, but let's leave it at the fact that I can't blame her for passing along something she hadn't researched, because I didn't do my research either. It has been said of her and me "What one doesn't think of, the other one won't either." Nuff said.
Fifty Shades of Gray makes me angry. I simply cannot understand how it achieved the status is has. It is erotica/porn, and not that erotica/porn isn't a legitimate genre for those who enjoy reading such chit, I just feel that this book is being bought and read by millions of people who would never even think of reading erotica/porn, myself included. I succumbed to the hype, including such propaganda as "this book is going to save your marriage" and "your love life will be changed forever." Now don't get me wrong, I do realize that being on the other side of 50 puts me into the hormonally challenged group, and for all intents and purposes, I have become not unlike the Mohave desert 'down there' (TMI?) However, I just think a spade needs to be called a spade and not "best-seller" literature. It's freaking porn people! AND.... (ok, maybe a little spoiler alert here) it's sick porn, which I believe is the worst kind, if there are varying degrees, that is. My apologies to those of you who believe that the infliction of pain can be in any way a "normal" type of sexual expression. I just happen to think it's perversion.
Fifty Shades of Gray is part of a trilogy. I have no intention of reading two and three.