“He grabs me suddenly and yanks me up against him, one hand at my back holding me to him and the other fisting in my hair.
“You’re one challenging woman,” He kisses me, forcing my lips apart with his tongue, taking no prisoners.
“It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you’re mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I’ll buy you a fucking car,” he growls.”
Anastasia Steele is covering for her sick friend who writes for the school newspaper–interviewing none other than Seattle’s most eligible bachelor, and self-made billionaire, Christian Grey. She’s unprepared and makes a total fool of herself, but can’t deny the chemistry that sparks between them.
After a few chance meetings, things start to develop between Christian and Ana, and she quickly finds out that Christian’s lifestyle may not be something she’s ready for–but she wants it. Bad.
First off: This book was HOT! E.L. James sure knows how to write a sex scene that completely captivates a reader. There were moments when I literally had to put the book down because it was all a bit overwhelming. Ana and Christian’s chemistry is definitely there, and it’s totally steamy.
Unfortunately, her writing style is nowhere near perfected, and it comes off as being amateur. I don’t read fan-fiction (and that’s just what this book is, regardless of the fact that it’s been ‘polished’ and published) for many reasons, one of the biggest being most of the authors’ complete lack of attempt to write in a way that honors the English language. That’s exactly what I felt I was getting reading Fifty Shades of Grey. It truly felt as if E.L. James was not even trying in some instances. I can’t begin to tell you how many times Ana says the words, “oh,” “holy crap,” or how many times she “flushes”. The same words were repeated over and over, and it left a very ‘unpolished’ feeling to the book, and again, it read like amateur fan-fiction.
There was also, seemingly, no real plot. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl falls in love with boy. Boy wants to make girl his sex slave and requires a contract to be signed in order to do so. Okay, I know. There may be a little bit more to it than I give it credit for, but really, that’s all you get. The only thing keeping these two from their own happily ever after is the fifty shades of fucked up that is Christian Grey. It just left a little to be desired in the plot category.
“Why don’t you like to be touched?”
“Because I’m fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia”
Still, Christian’s character was quickly one that I grew attached to. His story is intriguing, and I’m anxious to learn his history–what makes him who he is. The emails and conversations that were shared between Christian and Ana (while Christian was in a ‘good’ mood, however infrequent) were adorable. Regardless of how dark Christian’s character is, I found him very likable, especially since there are definite hints as to why his character is as dark and menacing as it is. Ana’s character, on the other hand, was harder to grow attached to. She had an immense self-esteem issue that irritated me, quite frankly to a point where it was unbelievable for me. No one can be that dense.
Speaking of unbelievable… The sex! There was so much of it! Though I wasn’t complaining at first, towards the end of the book it just became a little too much. No one can do it that much, regardless of how hot for somebody they are! Towards the end of the book I found myself almost becoming desensitized to the sex… Not very fun!
Regardless of the amateur writing, the lack of a plot, and Ana’s tendency to be dis-likable, I still (surprisingly) enjoyed the book very much. The sex scenes were fantastic, however abundant, and the characters had great chemistry. There were some very entertaining scenes, plenty that got a giggle out of me. The writing was actually quite exquisite through the last chapter of the book–it moved me emotionally and left me anxious for the second book.
“He’s naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm.”
If you want an easy-to-read, hot, steamy, entertaining book you’ll love this one, I promise! Though be warned: If you love books with beautiful wording, deep characters (Christian excluded), and a complex story line, you might just be left wanting exactly what Ana wants from Christian–“More”.