Contrary to my initial thoughts here, I’ve read on.
Yes, it’s still a kinky soap opera. I skim a fair bit of it. Very repetitive. Same phrases. Sex every 24.38 seconds. So far from reality. Isn’t it? Please say yes.
But. I’m. Still. Reading.
Ah-huh. Despite my self-perceived literary snobbery. I. AM. IN. Aaagghh Darn It.
So difficult for me to admit, particularly after my very previous public misgivings. (Dodgy, you will be laughing at me!)
So I got to thinking: Why? Why is this story sucking so many women in? Had a convo with a few other girls about it too. Which ended up with another glass of champagne and something about a a small fortune being paid for the dirty undies of Elvis. But that’s a WHOLE other story.
You know what I think it is for me? Why I’m reading these books? Not the riches, fast cars, steamy but brooding but angry but sweet but kinky but stupidly hot man? Hmmm. Well maybe they are a small part.
I think it’s the fact that the girl is transforming the man. She is CHANGING him. And you know what they say: You will NEVER CHANGE a man. Well Miss Anastasia Steel is and still doing it (as far as I’ve read).
This woman should be a national hero. Her love has brought about the most significant changes in her man. Frankly I’ve never seen it done before. I want some of what she’s having. Never, says Mr F! Ah, just fantasy really.
So that’s the best explanation I’ve got right now for why we are Fifty Shades of Sucked In.