Well loves, it’s the post you’ve all been waiting for. Or at least I have. I’ve been planning this in my head ever since I started the first book. As you might know, a few months ago I deemed Fifty Shades not worth my time, being the slightly snobbish book nerd that I am. For some reason that is still unclear, I picked it back up again and couldn’t put it down. My conclusion is this: Fifty Shades of Grey is an incredibly addictive, insatiable, guilty, and fun read. By no means is it well written, but it’s just one of those books that snags your heart whether you like it or not. The media went a bit crazy over the trilogy, which is maybe why I resisted them so much in the first place. But let me tell ya, it’s not just all about sex (although there is a lot of it).
Fifty Shades of Grey is the love story of Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey (warning—some spoilers!). Anastasia comes across as a dumb and naive recent college graduate who bites her lip all the time and is extremely clumsy. Christian is hot and angry most of the time (like the time he was incurably furious that Ana wore her favorite summer dress outside of the apartment because it was on the short side…). I think now is the time to tell you that I didn’t take these books too seriously. Yes, I’m a Christian swooner as much as the next girl, but as much as I found the books addictive, I also found them hilarious—examples to come.
The first book in the trilogy, Fifty Shades of Grey, basically sets the stage and introduces the characters. The submissive contract is discussed at length and there is A LOT of raunchy sex. Fifty Shades Darker plunges more into the depths of Ana and Christian’s relationship, which grows deeper after it is decided that Ana is not going to be another one of Christian’s subs. One thing I loved about these books was that despite how predictable some aspects were (Christian’s anger problem), I was never able to guess what was coming next. There are a lot of surprise twists, which keeps it interesting (more interesting than the sex, which gets boring to read about halfway through the second book due to the same formulaic description used throughout). The second book is also where Ana starts to get a bit more complex as a character. She’s still annoying, but it’s great when she starts defying Christian. Fifty Shades Freed (third book) ties up all loose ends and gives the reader somewhat of a happy ending. Except I hated the ending. I don’t want to give too much away, but I was so confused. There were two endings… I’ll just let you read it. But be prepared to hate the end.
These books are full of dichotomies. The writing is awful, but I couldn’t put it down. Ana is innocent yet a freakin’ daredevil. Christian goes from “mercurial” to “playful Fifty” in about two seconds. Sometimes I couldn’t keep up. My favorite part of the books were the quotes. How can you NOT burst out laughing with sentences like this?!?!?
“His eyes frost. ‘No one touches what’s mine,’ he says with chilling finality, as if I’m missing the obvious. Oh… I take another sip of my champagne.” (Oh…)
“Hmm… my Fifty wants to rumble.” (Is Fifty Ana’s puppy? But really.)
“Oh… Christian barefoot. Why are his feet so hot?” (There is a lot of this questioning throughout the books. Ana keeps wondering why Christian is so hot and why everything he does is so hot.)
In the end, I think you just have to read it for yourself. Even for all you haters out there, these books have become literary legends, so you might as well see what all the fuss is about. Just be prepared to read nothing else for a couple weeks as they are the definition of guilty pleasure.