Fifty Shades of Grey – if you haven’t heard of this by now, you’re either living in a basement without any contact with the outside world, or… Well, you could just be really, really, really oblivious to the world around you. But I’m going to guess that you have heard of it.
Now just in case you haven’t heard of it, the Fifty Shades trilogy, written by E.L. James, is a series of erotic novels detailing the life of a shockingly bland and useless protagonist called Anastasia. You can probably guess the rest – the following novels are basically about her sexy, raunchy, hot, unrealistic relationship with the greatest catch you could ever imagine – a man who is domineering and a little bit creepy.
Wait, what?! Creepy? Domineering? And women are reading this? Yes, I too was surprised.
In fact, not only are women reading this, they seem to be utterly devouring the entire concept. None of them care that it started off as Twilight fanfiction. Nor do they care that the novels are written appallingly badly. And I mean appalling – like a fifteen year old girls desires bundled into a very sell-able product.
The series has gone on to break book sales records everywhere. Some bookshops have put up signs asking customers not to bother asking for the books – they’re simply all sold out.
Now, I haven’t read them (I know, don’t judge a book by its cover…) but I have read a few pages of one of them. I have to say, that there was something completely hilarious about those few pages I did read. Every sentence seemed to begin with either “Holy Shit!” or “He put his…”. Yes. It really is that bad.
And even though I haven’t read them, I asked my sister what she thought of them. My sister loves books, and I would always trust her opinion. Her prognosis seemed to be that they were terribly written, with annoying and two-dimensional characters, but they were also quite gripping.
This is really the strange part of this whole thing. Nearly everyone who has read them told me that they were dreadful… But they just couldn’t put them down. Why is this? What’s the allure of these erotic – and seemingly dire novels? If you have read them, take the poll and let me know what you thought in the comments.