

It’s aimed to shock and awe, but honestly, it was disturbing.Ĭhristian Grey, the billionaire, is described as a sexy, overpowering man who wants to dominate Anastasia Steele, the clumsy graduate.

Obviously this erotic novel isn’t supposed to be a literary masterpiece. Subtract the vampires, multiply the sexual activity by however many pages there are in “Fifty Shades of Grey,” maintain the male stalker persona and top it off with overall poor writing. It reminded me of “Twilight” the entire time (not to bring up a controversial subject). It’s the same story we’ve heard a hundred times about a dopey young girl swept off her feet by a handsome billionaire who owns a helicopter and woos her with glorious gifts. To catch up anyone who hasn’t read this book, or has been living under a rock the past month, it’s all about sex. I wasn’t 10 percent through it before I regretted ever picking it up. I went into it with an open mind, but this book was over the top. All the buzz surrounding “Fifty Shades of Grey” had me interested, so I decided to give it a try. It was the start of the summer, and I wanted a book to read. I fell victim to the hype of popular culture, and I should have known better. I would like to preface this review by saying that if you aren’t old enough to attend Ohio State, you shouldn’t read “Fifty Shades of Grey.” Period. Book review: 'Fifty Shades of Grey' more like 50 shades of garbage
