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When literature student Anastasia Steele goes to interview young entrepreneur Christian Grey, she encounters a man who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating. The unworldly, innocent Ana is startled to realize she wants this man and, despite his enigmatic reserve, finds she is desperate to get close to him. Unable to resist Ana’s quiet beauty, wit, and independent spirit, Grey admits he wants her, too—but on his own terms.
Shocked yet thrilled by Grey’s singular erotic tastes, Ana hesitates. For all the trappings of success—his multinational businesses, his vast wealth, his loving family—Grey is a man tormented by demons and consumed by the need to control. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionately physical affair, Ana discovers Christian Grey’s secrets and explores her own dark desires.
This book is intended for mature audiences.
By Ds From La on Mar 25, 2012
I enjoy erotica and heard so much about this book that I had to give it a shot, but I'm five chapters in and just can't take it anymore. This has to be the most appallingly atrocious writing I've ever seen in a major release. The pseudonymous British author sets the action (such as it is) in Washington State... for no reason than that her knowledge of America apparently consists of what she read in "Twilight"... but the entire first-person narrative is filled with Britishisms. How many American college students do you know who talk about "prams," "ringing" someone on the phone, or choosing a "smart rucksack" to take "on holiday"? And the author's geography sounds like she put together a jigsaw puzzle of the Pacific Northwest while drunk and ended up with several pieces in the wrong place. And oh, the repetition...and the repetition...and the repetition. I'm convinced the author has a computer macro that she hits to insert one of her limited repertoire of facial expressions whenever she needs one. According to my Kindle search function, characters roll their eyes 41 times, Ana bites her lip 35 times, Christian's lips "quirk up" 16 times, Christian "cocks his head to one side" 17 times, characters "purse" their lips 15 times, and characters raise their eyebrows a whopping 50 times. Add to that 80 references to Ana's anthropomorphic "subconscious" (which also rolls its eyes and purses its lips, by the way), 58 references to Ana's "inner goddess," and 92 repetitions of Ana saying some form of "oh crap" (which, depending on the severity of the circumstances, can be intensified to "holy crap," "double crap," or the ultimate "triple crap"). And this is only part one of a trilogy... If I wrote like that, I'd use a pseudonym too. Like some other reviewers, what I find terribly depressing is that this is a runaway bestseller and the movie rights are expected to sell for up to $5 million. There are so many highly talented writers in the genre... and erotica is so much more erotic when the author has a command of the language and can make you care about the characters. For examples, check out the "Beauty" trilogy written by Anne Rice under the pen name A.N. Roquelaure, or any stories by Donna George Storey or Rachel Kramer Bussel. Just stay away from this triple crap. *UPDATE*: Thanks to the many other perturbed readers who have shared their own choices of the most annoyingly overused phrases in this masterpiece. Following up on their suggestions with my ever-useful Kindle search function, I have discovered that Ana says "Jeez" 81 times and "oh my" 72 times. She "blushes" or "flushes" 125 times, including 13 that are "scarlet," 6 that are "crimson," and one that is "stars and stripes red." (I can't even imagine.) Ana "peeks up" at Christian 13 times, and there are 9 references to Christian's "hooded eyes," 7 to his "long index finger," and 25 to how "hot" he is (including four recurrences of the epic declarative sentence "He's so freaking hot."). Christian's "mouth presses into a hard line" 10 times. Characters "murmur" 199 times, "mutter" 49 times, and "whisper" 195 times (doesn't anyone just talk?), "clamber" on/in/out of things 21 times, and "smirk" 34 times. Christian and Ana also "gasp" 46 times and experience 18 "breath hitches," suggesting a need for prompt intervention by paramedics. Finally, in a remarkable bit of symmetry, our hero and heroine exchange 124 "grins" and 124 "frowns"... which, by the way, seems an awful lot of frowning for a woman who experiences "intense," "body-shattering," "delicious," "violent," "all-consuming," "turbulent," "agonizing" and "exhausting" orgasms on just about every page.
Not the worst I've ever read... No, wait. It IS.
By Ebeth822 on Mar 06, 2012
I downloaded the book to my Kindle because it was on the best seller list and had 4 stars overall rating on Amazon. I wish I'd taken the time to read some of the reviews. As it turns out I agree with the negative. I found myself thinking "Twilight, plus some spanking, minus the sparkly vampires." Here, I'll save you all some time (SPOILER ALERT): Once upon a time... I'm Ana. I'm clumsy and naive. I like books. I dig this guy. He couldn't possibly like me. He's rich. I wonder if he's gay? His eyes are gray. Super gray. Intensely gray. Intense AND gray. Serious and gray. Super gray. Dark and gray. [insert 100+ other ways to say "gray eyes" here] I blush. I gasp. He touches me "down there." I gasp again. He gasps. We both gasp. I blush some more. I gasp some more. I refer to my genitals as "down there" a few more times. I blush some more. Sorry, I mean I "flush" some more. I bite my lip. He gasps a lot more. More gasping. More blushing/flushing. More lip biting. Still more gasping. The end. The bad: It was an interesting concept - for a romance novel. However the story is weak, the pace is slow and awkward, the characters come through as more schizophrenic than complicated, the "romance" is a juvenile and dysfunctional crush, and the "erotic" scenes alternate between Penthouse Forum and something that sounds like it was written by a painfully shy and sheltered 13 year old. I have now read through some of the rave reviews and I have to assume that these were posted by people easily shocked and/or titillated. I can't imagine what fans are comparing this to when they describe this as "good." The good: Nice cover art.
An older man on truckling
By David Shobin/thatch Pond Corp on Mar 07, 2012
First, a disclaimer. I am a male senior citizen, a semi-retired gynecologist whose customary literary fare is spy novels and military techno-thrillers. I have never read a romance before, except perhaps for junior high's "A Tale of Two Cities" (or was that a classic?) But after the recent hullabaloo over James' "Fifty Shades," I opted to give the genre a glance. The book's protagonist is college student Anastasia, who has never had sex or even "touched herself." I had to suspend disbelief at the social and sexual naivete of this twenty-one year-old, but I guess this implied vulnerability makes her more attractive as a romantic heroine. Yet it doesn't take her long to rectify this situation, and soon she is having orgasm after orgasm at the behest of her "dominant" partner, Mr. Grey. At my age, my arthritis flared up just reading about Ana's sexual gymnastics. And for some reason, I kept thinking about her contracting genital warts. Soon, however, Ana's endless pyrotechnic climaxes resembled repetitively watching porn: after a while, it leaves me bored and yawning. That said, there was a definite infectiousness to the plot; and taking Viagra to stiffen my resolve, I persevered. James' strong suit is her ability to elicit sympathy in the protagonist. I wanted to find out what happened to Anastasia, and that lent the story a compelling, page-turning quality. James is a polished novelist. Her dialogue is crisp, her prose poised, and her paragraphs well-parsed. The author's considerable skills notwithstanding, would I pick up an erotic romance like this again? Probably not. But that's just me.
By Steph K. on May 18, 2012
Every element of the story is on-par with Twilight, only even worse, it's for adults. Has the author ever had sex? I suspect she has, as she is apparently married... how odd. There are but a few passable erotic moments, but other than that... God help you. Snoozeville. I hope you like reading about how this insufferable girl bites her lip, eats breakfast, looks for a hair tie, borrows her friend's dress, looks through her lashes (???), drinks tea, arches her back, blushes, blanches, flushes, etc, because she does at least three of these things on every. Single. Page. She manages to be infinitely naive (even admittedly so), yet also a snarky, condescending intellectual, changing back and forth at the author's convenience. She is just so horribly blank and poorly written, it disgusts me. In addition, it will be instantly obvious to you that the author has a severely week grasp on geography and American phrasing. Really though, this ranks low on the long list of severe flaws you have to contend with. A moment of silence for every dead composer and British author mentioned in the first four chapters of this rag....... Should I even bother going into Christian? The entire premise of this character makes no sense whatsoever... a self-made BILLIONAIRE at age 26? When I first heard about this book, I was told something along the lines of "a college student is swept off her feet by an older, wealthy suitor with a BDSM fantasy." But no, the characters are just five years apart, and the guy is a ~~BILLIONAIRE~~ who just needs some therapy (I honestly would have accepted millionaire, but billionaire is just insulting). He never actually works, with the exception of the beginning of the book. And once again, he has an arsenal of about six different things that he does over and over and over again. Always touching Ana's face, tilting her chin, telling her to eat, gasping, moving his lips and eyes, touching his hair, her hair, showing up "unexpectedly." His eyes are gray, AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET IT!!!! Ugh. The BDSM element is cringe-worthy to say the least, and it just seems like a weird, half-hearted attempt at kinkiness. It's not my fantasy, but if it's yours, I can guarantee that you will be disappointed. Everything about this is terrible. If you thought this was good literature, then you should just stop reading all together. There is no hope for you. Go make your husband another sandwich or something. I am disappointed with myself that I read this travesty in its entirety. I had literally nothing else to do, and it didn't cost any money (although I suppose my time is a more valuable currency). More than anything, I was curious and I fell into the trap of its "popularity." Honestly, I am not an avid reader, but I can only assume that it doesn't get much worse than FSOG. I have read Harry Potter fanfiction that is thousands of times better than this... actually, that isn't saying much. Still, I cannot put into words how stunned I am that these books even exist, let alone got onto the NYT best seller list. I don't know what to make of this E L James woman. I guess I wish I had her confidence? She must have some nerve since apparently she thought that writing this crap was a good idea. There is a special place in hell for the editor of this book, too. My inner-goddess turned fifty shades of crap as I bit my lip and rolled my eyes. Then I ate some pancakes. FOIL PACKETS.
Where to start with this?
By Gadgetchick on Mar 12, 2012
The success of this book baffles me. While I am not an avid reader of "erotic fiction," I have read some, and everything that I've read is so much better than this, it's ridiculous. If you're contemplating buying this book, here's what the book is, if this helps you make a decision: - Take Stephenie Meyer's ham-handed, awkward writing and turn down the "quality" dial about four - maybe five - notches. Romance novel readers can look at it this way - the writing is about two levels worse than the worst Harlequin romance you've ever read. - Add in a Stephenie Meyer-esque heroine, a woman so boring it is hard to imagine how anyone - much less an extremely rich, sophisticated, smart, experienced dominant - would ever see anything the least bit interesting in her. Just like Bella in the Twilight novels, Anastasia is mostly just a cipher, a complete blank that women can project themselves onto. She's not that smart, she's not that funny, she has very pedestrian beliefs, goals and ambitions, she has standard mommy-didn't-love-me and divorced-parent issues. Actually, Anastasia is Bella, just this time around she gets into sex. - Add in some clumsily-written sex scenes and a whole lot of mostly inaccurate, overblown information about BDSM. Then couch the sex scenes in a whole lot of very boring dialogue and "plot" (mainly consisting of the main characters' emails to each other - is there anything more boring than reading someone else's emails?) so there can at least be a pretense that there is a story here, and that the book isn't just bad BDSM erotica. Part of my problem with the book is the poor quality, including everything I've mentioned above. My other main problem with the book is just how unbelievable the story and the characters are. There are very few experienced doms out there who get involved with uninitiated subs this way. There are very few doms with Christian's resources that have to resort to uninitiated partners, no matter how "fascinating" (not) they are - they can pretty much purchase as much experience and expertise in their partners as they need, and generally, they need and want a lot of experience - bringing someone up to their level takes time and effort and becomes boring pretty quickly. I would actually caution women who might be interested in this kind of arrangement with a dominant, now that they've read the book - experienced doms who look for uninitiated subs do not usually have good intentions of bringing someone along into the lifestyle slowly, and buying them cars and computers. It's something people should steer clear of, not seek out. I don't know. I guess if this gets some housewives hot and bothered and spices up their bedroom life, there's no harm in it. Husbands everywhere will probably get some awesome experiences out of this whole temporary BDSM-lite erotic-fiction craze. But, the really tragic thing is that there are authors of erotic fiction out there, who have been working for a long time, who actually have - you know - WRITING SKILLS - who will never be as rich or as famous as the woman who wrote this very lackluster book that is getting all kinds of unwarranted attention, for no good reason. If readers of this are really interested in this whole BDSM erotic-fiction thing, without the thinly-veiled, poorly-constructed romance subtext, I highly recommend the Sleeping Beauty series that Anne Rice wrote under a pen name, A.N. Roquelaure. The first one, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, is available for Kindle here on Amazon. It's much better written, overall, than this book, and also much more creative (and thus, much hotter).
Fifty Shades of Suicidal Thoughts
By Brittany L. Vanvalkenburg on Jun 13, 2012
Alright, so I bought this book because I was wondering why my newsfeed on Facebook was blowing up about this stupid little book. Well, I reget the money I spent on this. I wasn't even 20% on my Kindle and oh triple crap I hated this book. I actually give people a warning about this trash. I'm pretty sure a penguin with one flipper could write better drivel than this. *There's no plot. I have never actually experienced a book with no plot. *It's just ridiculous. I mean, she's Bella from Twilight--clumsy, apparently oh so plain but every man wants her, and idiotic. Yet this billionaire wants her? I don't think so, sugar britches. That isn't how the world works. *It feels all like a fantasy of a 13-year-old girl after pining for a boy at school. Sorry, it's not called 'down there' but refer to it as something else. That area is your vagina, respectively. Learn a few terms for it. *I wanted to bite Ana's lip off, but not because that would be sexy. No, I want to bite it off out of rage *This whole franchise is going to put me in an institution. However, the good that comes from it? At least I know I can write complete mindless stuff that isn't good and still get published. This book is like Ke$ha of literature.
I want to give this book to someone I hate and tell them it's awesome. That's how bad it is.
By Kris Blue on Jun 19, 2012
Where to begin...jeez, gasping, blushing, lips quirking up, long fingers, touseled copper hair, grey eyes, gray eyes, smoky eyes, dark eyes, breakfast, Twinnings English Breakfast Tea (which I'll never drink again), Portland/Seattle/Vancouver apparently are co-located, hair ties, flannel pants that hang just so, he's 26 or 27--THAT'S NOT OLDER!, inner goddess, lips in a hard line, Ms. Steele, Mr. Grey--WTF?? nobody talks like that!, Anastasia...really?? that's what you named her???, more gasping, a lot of muttering, you're 21 and you've barely even been kissed? never had a boyfriend?, oh my, holy crap, holy hell, damn, concert pianist, pilot, self-made billionaire, you're so into him, something tightens deep down, he's so good looking, breath hitches, heart in throat/mouth, Katherine Kavanaugh, you don't have a mother f*&@ing EMAIL ADDRESS???, down there, dumbest English Lit major ever, biting lips, and my personal favorite, you had the Big O your first time out of the gate and every other time after that, without fail????
50 ways to yawn
By Patty on Mar 08, 2012
A poorly written exercise in wish-fulfillment from the biggest Mary Sue who ever Mary Sued, after Bella Swan. Considering it started out as a Twilight fanfic, I am not surprised that nothing actually happens in this story, aside from loads of 1st person angst. BellAna does not do anything, aside from fall instantly in love with a perfect billionaire and constantly nag him justify his sexual inclinations. The one bright spot was the emails. The erotic scenes veered from almost decent to terribly bad. The lip biting, crooked smiles, inner goddess, and subconscious were AWFUL. I've read several self-published stories that started out as fanfics, before the authors re-worked them into original fiction. They always falls flat because these stories may make sense in the fandom universe they were created for, but don't have the strength to stand on their own. There is not enough going on in FSoG to make a convincing story because nothing really happens. SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER Beauteous Ana, from a relatively normal background, made it to the ripe age of 21 without masturbating? What bizarre Puritan universe have I stumbled into? Christian became a total pushover. I thought he spent 5 years being tutored by an adult domme and then trained 15 women on his own? Why does he give up so easily to Ana's whims? She can barely handle a light spanking, why would he let himself be pushed into the final scene of the story? If Ana really believed that he had an abusive childhood, and (in her mind), he was sexually abused as a teen, why would she constantly badger him to talk about it with her, within days of meeting him?? Like others have mentioned, the location said Seattle but it was obvious the author lives across the pond. Write what you know! This could have worked better if placed in the UK. Some of the dialogue choices were truly awful: "His voice is warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel... or something." (For real?)