Book Review: Fifty Shades of Grey

Another novel that has been read all over the world has recently fallen into my hands. Fifty Shades of Grey is the story of the innocent, average literature studies student graduate Anastasia Steel and rich sadist Christian Grey. The first really remarkable trait which popped into my eye, was the writing style which had a strong resemblance to Twilight. And that’s how the whole fiasco started. I wasn’t particularly thrilled to find similarities between those two books. It seems like E.L. James was heavily inspired by Stephenie Meyer or to put it bluntly: she copied her.

The basic idea is more or less the same crap in blue, green or whatever color you wish. It’s about this incredible handsome rich bachelor who acts all mysterious and has this enigmatic aura and therefore seems to be pretty unreachable, BUT one day he does fall for some random average girl. Turns out that this time the guy isn’t a vampire. No, he’s just some perverted sadist who really likes to hurt women because of his twisted orphan background. Well, apart from that, the love story is flawless, I’d say. Naturally, Grey tries his best to overcome this obstacle with his beloved one, but apparently it takes them three novels to solve the issue. I’m still a bit unsure whether I should buy the rest of the trilogy as I’m assuming that it will turn out to be this typical cliché happy end.

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Come to think of it, I truly expected a lot more from a bestseller! Honestly, it really lacks substance and depth. Some woman comes up with the idea of writing a vividly described love story (slash soft porn) and the public is all of a tizzy. I guess the majority of readers were just curious about the whole sadomasochism concept, but really — it’s not that special. 

To sum up, I would characterize “Fifty Shades of Grey” as another piece of trash pop literature which people like to read when they dawdle away at the airport, while waiting for their flight to board or in a doctor’s waiting room.