Should You Read 50 Shades of Grey?
When I first wrote that I was reading 50 Shades of Grey, people said that they were waiting to hear my review. Which is ten kinds of flattering, by the way. And makes me feel even more sheepish when I forgo reading the copy of Moonwalking with Einstein I checked out in order to read dominant-subservient chicklit. I feel like I’m sort of failing you on the intellectual front.
At this moment, I’m finishing up the first book and moving into the second. Which is to say that I am committed to the cause and going to eventually move on to book three. This is more out of curiosity than burning desire. The difference: I really love Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse books. The last few ones have been so-so (I think I’m around book 6 or 7 in the series), but overall, I enjoy them. Which is why I keep reading them.
I am reading 50 Shades of Grey because I feel like I can’t not read 50 Shades of Grey. After slogging through the first book, I feel like I’m in too deep to give up. It would be like opening up a box of stale cracker jacks, eating a handful, commenting that it tastes like sawdust, and then throwing out the box. Okay, so looking at that analogy, that is what a sane person would do. But I am committed to continuing to eat those stale cracker jacks until I get to the prize at the bottom of the box. Even if I suspect that prize is more like a temporary tattoo of a clown rather than a coupon for a free iPad.
The writing is awful, but that doesn’t phase me. There are plenty of blogs I read where the writing isn’t amazing but for whatever reason, I connect with the author. So I keep reading. Religiously. Their bad writing doesn’t bother me. I am not turned off by the fact that they are listing what they ate that day and recounting their weird dreams. It’s the same phenomenon of being in love. You can point out various things that you like about the person, but no one can really pinpoint what made them fall in love with this person rather than that person who shares the same qualities. And that is how I feel about blogs too: the draw of well-written ones are clear. The draw of poorly-written ones is not quite as clear, and yet I remain with them, loyal to the end. So I can get through bad writing in blog or book form.
And because this book is LITERALLY Twilight sans vampires avec a dom-sub relationship (I mean, you can literally point at each scene and state how it corresponds to a scene in Twilight), reading this book is like revisiting an old friend. I’ll think to myself, OH! This is where Edward… I mean, Christian… I mean, Edward… saves her from the car… I mean biker. Remember those good times, Mel?
So, should you read 50 Shades of Grey? I guess the real question is how you feel about your time. If you are the sort who would walk out of a bad movie because you hate wasting time, this book probably isn’t for you. But if you are the sort who likes to go to the movies, and you’ll even sit through a bad one or two because your best friend loves it and then you can quote it afterwards (and yes, I do plan on calling my friend at 3 am and waking her up this weekend, breathing heavily into the phone while I growl, “are you biting your lip?” — shout out to all my fellow Greyers!), then I highly recommend 50 Shades of Grey.
So that’s my take at the moment. Anyone convinced to give it a try? Or are you now running screaming from the bookshelf?