Fifty Shades of Grey.

I feel like I'm spiraling. Has a book ever done that to you after you've finished it?

I'm not going to officially review this. It's floating around way too much for my opinion to really matter. SO much hype. You have to read it and decide for yourself. So if those are your plans, click away now. Because even though I'm not really going to review this, I have an odd need to discuss it. Most likely spoilers ahead. I'm not going to be nice about this either. (Blame it on the spiraling.) If you loved it and don't want to see it criticized, please just go away now. You will be wasting your time if you find yourself hitting that comment button because you had the odd need to defend this book.

I don't understand, how I managed to make it to the end. The writing is horrible. The plot intrigued me. The main characters were horrible, stupid, selfish people. Ana, the dumb one, Christian, the selfish one. I just wasn't sold on these characters. There's only one side to both of them, in which I've already named. I didn't feel sorry at all for Ana at the end. I was just glad it was over and she was finally realizing she had no business being with a man like that after she was complaining about how hard it was THE ENTIRE TIME. I did not feel bad for Christian either - he did a great job at keeping her at a distance. She almost did an even better job with being totally and utterly clueless and way in over her virginal head.

This could have been a really good book. But I have to wonder what was wrong with the author? Why so much detail on frequent graphic sex scenes and no depth to her "tortured" characters? I felt no torture in this book but my own. Why am I still reading? Why? Why? I am angry at myself. I don't know what happened while I was reading this, I despise admitting to this, but: Christian entangled me. I want to know more about him, and I want to see Ana grow the hell up. Who cares about her inexperience? SHE WAS NOT LEARNING ANYTHING. Too little character depth for me to feel sorry for either of them. I found Christian to be selfish because he just freaking was. There was way too much mystery to him than I was comfortable with. He is indeed a scary man. Also a little boy in the sense he had to have things his way. I didn't care about his creepy "don't touch me" issues or the fact that he always gets his way. F that. I seriously hope the next book is better. Truly. Otherwise I am going to spiral all the way to the bottom and possibly not stop internally screaming at these two idiotic fictional characters who managed to drive me so mad with frustration.

Okay that's all. I sound like a total crazy person. Over a book I could have closed but didn't, and yet am still (extremely) annoyingly wanting to continue on with this trilogy because I have an unfathomable need to know  what happens. I am so glad I got this from the library. I would have been so mad if I had bought this. And yet...frustratingly annoyed to be admitting this; I am glad I read this book. It gave me so many emotions, I have been enjoying the books I have read this year, but honestly, none of them made me feel like this one did. None of them stirred me up so darn much to the point of brutal madness (okay maybe I'm exaggerating now) than this badly done piece of work has. Which might not actually be so bad. I would fully admit to that if the author had better writing skills.

"Laters."