So I cracked under all the hulaballoo and picked up the most talked about novel these days: Fifty Shades of Grey by E L James. As I read on, I'm just over half-way through the book, I can't help but find myself getting angry, frustrated at men (and I guess sometimes women also) in general, and being utterly shocked and repulsed. The book is intriguing as it sheds light on domination, submission, BDSM, and even human psychology, but strangely disturbing in equal measure. It takes a toll on my mental well-being as I have mini panic-attacks regarding men, my future, and how you never really know someone. Don't get me wrong, submission can be fun, so can role play, but this is plain old, straight forward, abuse! Even if it's consensual!
The language is explicit and overly descriptive making it more pornographic than it should have to be, and the writing isn't all that great. I continue to read only because I hope that the end makes it worth the traumatic journey there, for both me and Anastasia. The book makes you question, think, fantasize even, but most of all, it sets off that inquisitive mind of yours, that makes you turn page after page, looking for some kind of solace amongst the kinkiness and emotional horror, asking yourself questions most of us probably never entertained.
I don't know if I like this... but I'm eager to finish and read the other two in the trilogy.
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