Fifty Shades of Grey: Book One of the Fifty Shades Trilogy

Fifty Shades of Grey - E.L. James This is bullshit.

This is not a book that you would call "well written". This is not something sensational. Not something even very good, or good. Not even fine would work for it. It's BULLSHIT. The caps lock version of bullshit, if you know what I mean. LITERARY CRAP.

There ain't nothing to love about it. No good characters, no good lines, not even one (fucking one) thing I could find to like about it. And don't get me to start on the sex thing..

The first three, four scenes are fine. Then you get bored. Then you get interested again. And then you get bored again. E. L. James knows how to write foreplay (maybe), but not sex. The foreplay is fine. The sex is the same every time, except one time she uses a toy and another time she uses something else. Erotica isn't all about the guy hammering the girl into the bedpost, it's about many other things but apparently E.L. James got stuck at the hammering point. Too bad.

The reason why this gets one star is all because Goodreads doesn't offer stars on the other side of zero, unfortunately.