With the Fifty Shades of Grey movie approaching, I’ve been seeing comments about it everywhere. There seem to be lots of opinions on whether these books are worthy of the success and attention they have received. I’m not ashamed to say that this book sucked me into a genre I was previously unacquainted with. These books were my first foray into the erotica/BDSM genre, and I was completely hooked by them, despite the criticism. There are good arguments on both sides, and I just wanted to give you a brief glimpse into some of my thoughts on the matter.
It’s fan fiction they say. I didn’t even know that when I read it, much less that fan fiction even existed. I had no idea Christian Grey started as Edward Cullen, whom I also adore. (Yeah, yeah. Judge not, lest ye be judged.) At the time, all I knew was–Christian Grey had a red room of pain, was barefoot, wearing soft jeans with tears in them, and he liked to punish her to classical music. Classical music. That’s all that matters, people.
Ana’s inner goddess was so annoying they say. Listen, I tuned that chitter chatter out the moment Christian slammed her against the wall in the elevator and kissed her. Because that’s how I want to be kissed. A kiss full of passion and unrestrained lust, preferably in an elevator.
The writing is elementary they say. Maybe so. I’ll re read To Kill A Mockingbird right after I’m finished discovering Ben Wa balls. Christian has them and this seems like something I might need.
He’s too controlling and this sets a false ideal of what a healthy relationship is to women they say. Honestly, I’m not delving that deep into it. All I know is, I am so turned on reading this book that I cannot move for fear of embarrassing myself. I had no idea that restraints, whips, clamps, etc. were this hot. I’ll seek therapy later for my apparent misogynistic enjoyment.
Ana is weak and disempowered they say. I will analyze Ana’s lack of empowerment as soon as I’m done reading about the vanilla sex Christian has with her. The vanilla sex he’s never had before, but has with her. Because that’s the power she holds over him. I am enraptured by that one simple thing.
It’s mommy porn they say. Well, sorry, but sometimes mommy needs some porn. Especially when she had no idea what she was missing out on.
Thanks to Fifty Shades Of Grey I now have a whole slew of erotica books under my belt.
I read these books for pure enjoyment, and that’s exactly what they were to me; a pure unadulterated guilty pleasure. I saw a love story beyond the sex that, for whatever reason, clicked with me. I am not embarrassed that I enjoyed these books nor do I feel like they define me as a reader. They are one set of books in a myriad of books I have read. So, if you loved them like me, good on you. And if you didn’t, good on you too. I’m just glad we’re all reading.