Ink Reads 50 Shades part 1
I've heard horror stories of this book, so I decided to give it a shot. I found a copy online and I'm reading it. Holy shit, I'm ten pages in and I have never been more bored. Anastasia Steele is insipid, shallow and incredibly dull.
The writing is terrible. I have seen first-person present-tense done really well (The Gemma Doyle Trilogy by Libba Bray leaps to mind) and this is not one of those times. The style is infantile and repetitious. I have no idea how old this girl is supposed to be. She says she's in college, yet she narrates like a fifteen year old (no offense, fifteen year olds).
The plot makes no sense so far. Ana never once says she's on the school paper, she just lives with a school journalist. So, why wouldn't the paper just send another journalist in the roommate's place? I know this is supposed to be erotica, but this really fascinates me.
I'm the president of my literary journal and if I can't make a meeting or there's an event or something club-related has to be done, but I can't do it, I don't ask my friend to do it. I get someone from the club to take over.
So far, the whole plot is contrived and could Ana be any more of a petty bitch? She whines about her own looks (while never actually describing herself) and yet she seems to resent her "dearest friend" for her beauty and waxes incredibly snide about the women who work in Grey Corp. or whatever it's called.
And the crumbs of personal interests we are given are nothing but over-used nerd buzzwords. British Literature. Loner, clumsy, shy... Jesus. She might as well say, "Hi, I'm a less compelling, far less likable, badly-written, discount Lizzy Bennet. I'll be your bland protagonist this evening."
Bella - I mean Bella... Dammit Ana (stupid autocorrect) is written with the arrogance that comes from knowing you're pretty without any of the self-esteem to admit and appreciate that you are. It's infuriating.