I started reading Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James with preconceived notions.
By the time I reached the end of the book, I did a complete flip, shocking me to my core.
First, the writing is atrocious. No way to get around that fact.
Repeated and unnecessary dialogue tags.I whisper. He whispers. He orders/warns/breathes.
Profanity that plops out of nowhere like a dead bird falling from the sky.
Bad sentence structure. '...I can almost hear his sphinxlike smile through the phone...'
Internal dialogue that slows the story line to a crawl.
Hidden in the horrible writing and the sex scenes that aren’t worth my time to read or review, there is an interesting story.
Talk about flummoxed. Here was a book I intended to hate. The sarcastic notes I took as I read the book attest to that fact.
Halfway through the novel, my attitude changed. It took that long for it to hook me.
This book could have been so much better. But the crappy writing and subject matter make it too easy a target for a discerning audience.
One last thought. This is not a knockoff of Twilight. The comparison is ridiculous and feeble to the max.
Now, will I buy the next in the series? Probably not. I am curious about the outcome of the characters though. I cannot recommend shelling out ten bucks to read it. But don't make up your mind on reviews or sample chapters alone. I've made that mistake in the past.
Summary: This book surprised me and the ending made me want to know more. If re-written and edited by a knowledgeable person, this novel would have garnered good critical reviews.
Too bad voyeurism and poor writing overshadowed a good story.