From my Goodreads...
Let the games proceed!
As full of drama and surprises as Fifty Shades of Grey was, Fifty Shades Darker is a drama explosion. The plot is one outbreak after another punctuated by more aggravated talk of inner goddesses and subconsciousness. Most of the filler being annoyingly redundant. The featured couple talks their issues to death leaving the audience dead in their chairs.
(I began highlighting all the abundant abilities of Ana's inner goddess... the list is vast, these being the only ones I was willing to transcribe. My inner goddess...
"...does three backflips over the gym floor (85.)"
"...bouncing about like a five-year-old (203.)"
"...tackles her to the ground (205.)"
"...performs a quick arabesque (210.)"
"...stomps off pouting, her arms crossed like an angry toddlers (228.)"
This bitch even has her own line! "Its like he has a direct hotline to my inner goddess (205.)"
After discussing this with a friend she shrugged, "insecure, irrational, whiny female narrators are very in right now" ...why? Whatever happen to the empowered women? Female narrators that where searching for their voice on their terms? Narrators that didn't need to babble on endlessly about their inner goddess because they realized (at least by the end) that they were the goddess.
Reading in many ways is like eating. You read Woolf and Winterson for protein, they make you strong.
You drink in Wilde like the pleasures of your morning coffee, widening your eyes and stretching out at the wonder of a new day. The Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy is like candy. But not like Neil Gaiman, whose fantasies wrap his readers into a thick coating of chocolate and cream. These books are like dots, like milk duds. To be fair, candy, in moderation, is acceptable. Sometimes you just need something sweet. And in turn, sometimes the candy books make you appreciate the filet even more. However, would I ever recommend this book? Most definitely not. Not unless who are looking to get some type of pompous satisfaction from how bad it's written, edited and developed.
I have a philosophy, a rule if you will, that I never seriously judge anything without experiencing it firsthand. If you do not feel this way in regards to reading, you should definitely explore other avenues to satisfy in the "romance" section.
I’ve resolved that that this is a fan fic (because it makes me feel better) I imagine the writer behind the facade, sitting at his computer dreaming of something beyond himself. (For isn't that a goal of all literature)This book was made tolerable by my constant daydream of this young boy writing daily in his blog. This would justify the poor editing, constant and uncontained/undedeveloped drama and the constant usage of made up words and phrases within the inner narrative. Ex. "Kinky fuckery", "fucked-upness (95)(227)," "crazy with a capital K (104)"
This thought process also put my mind at ease when I laughed out loud at some of the zingers hidden in the novel. Ex- When Ana asks Christian why is has had a change of heart he replies, "I figured if you can't beat 'em, join 'em." ... Upon discussing Elena, "I don't know what the social conventions are for meeting known molesters of children (158)"
I assume this is the only way people can watch those detestful reality television shows. By skimming from event to event, daydreaming of something far beyond the show.
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Lastly, I would just like to point a the redundant and immature language in the sexual scenes. Ex. "...in that way" & "there!" We get it, you don't have to giggle conspiratorially like a 5th grader that just got her first kiss on the playground. At some point, Ana actually uses "there!" to describe not only her vagina but her butt hole as well. Now that's not even consistent!
^ this just adds to my teen in his basement on the computer theory.
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