You know what? Let’s cut through the bullshit. I’ve been busy. I’ve been neglecting this blog. But right now I’m on page 146 of Fifty Shades of Grey and I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW. My original plan was to be normal and write a review after I finished the book, but I have so many thoughts, there is no way they can be confined to just one post. So many thoughts, guys. They need to roam free. Like the exotic wildebeest in Africa. Or wherever exotic wildebeest live.
First up, the writing is an absolutenbsp;train wreck (except this train has a lot of sex and awkward sentence structuring), but like any train wreck worth its salt, I can’t look away. It’s hard not to get sucked into this story. Of course, while I’m reading, my brain is on overdrive, making snarky comments along the way, like a psychotic, but not as funny, episode of Mystery Science Theater: 3000. So instead of writing one review, I’ll be writing several reviews as I read the book. And by “reviews,” I mean a bunch of random thoughts I hastily wrote down in my journal with complete disregard to grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure. Just like the book itself. Bazinga. I’ll mention now that if you are currently reading, plan to read, or are thinking to yourself, “Hmm, maybe I’ll take a gander one of these days” you might want to skip this series, because spoilers will abound. But if you don’t give a shit and need something to read to lull you off to sleep, keep on going, Soldier. And now, my thoughts on the book thus far:
Ana randomly gives out nicknames and starts referencing things with no introduction whatsoever. Like when she starts referring to Christian as Bluebeard out of fucking nowhere. I don’t know much about pirates. I went to public school in Perry, and we skipped that chapter in World History class. And, thanks to living in Tampa, pirates are now synonymous in my mind with this:
But from what I do know about pirates, Christian in no way, shape, or form resembles a pirate. He makes his money honestly, and doesn’t rape or pillage any person or thing, at least not at this point. And if Ana means it metaphorically, as in he raped and pillaged her virginity or something, then she is a stupid moron because that was clearly consensual, and everybody knows that in order to rape and/or pillage, you must do it by force, and usually without consent. Doi.
She also goes from referring to her subconscious as her subconscious to talking about her Inner Goddess with no warning. I’m sorry, but what the hell is an Inner Goddess? Is it her subconscious? Her mind? Did she get possessed by the Devil and we don’t know about it? Is this going to turn into The Exorcist? But, like, a sexy and fucked-up version of The Exorcist?
“I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”
Christian says this when he and Ana are taking a bath together. He’s talking about his penis. While he’s holding it. And I’m sorry, but there’s no nickname you can give to a man’s penis that isn’t funny. Mr. Winky. Big Daddy. Lil’ C (Short for “Little Christian.” It’s urban, y’all!). Sausage Stick. See what I mean? I dare you to come up with a penis nickname that’s sexy. Dare you.
The second line that made me LOL was from pages 135-136:
“It’s so big and growing. His erection is above the water line, the water lapping at his hips.”
I just automatically imagine an enemy submarine surfacing causing people in a far-off battleship watching through binoculars to go ape-shit and run amok along the decks. Or maybe a whale in full breach.
Come on, let’s be real.