After sitting through Magic Mike, twice, don’t think my husband let me live that one down, I feel that the movie comes more from a man’s point of view of what we want to see. Don’t get me wrong, there was plenty of eye candy and nice things to look at, but that was about it. The story line was tired and typical. But, millions of women flocked to the theaters, myself included, to sit front row and ogle these shirtless men in the safe company of a movie theater, with our friends, with strangers, with a MPAA rating of R, thankfully not NC-17 or X. Just a little naughty but not over the top.
But what about these books? What is the allure of this “fantasy” we are expected to have and want? I had never even heard of Fifty Shades of Grey until about a month ago. It was introduced to me, oddly enough, by my mother in law, who has read it and gave rave reviews. She loaned me a copy and set it on my bedside table and there is sat for weeks. After seeing several postings about this book on Facebook from friends and family and all over the news that this was the best book and series they have ever read, I became a little more intrigue. Before picking it up to start reading, for some reason I needed to Google more information about this book. Apparently, I too need a full background check on something I am going to invest my time into. LOL, if you read the book, you will understand.
Being classified as “mommy porn”, “classy erotica”, and of the like, I was a bit apprehensive about starting this book. Did I really want to read about sex and porn? Why not? No harm done. It can’t be that bad if it’s a bestseller and I am able to go to Target and pick up all three books. So, I got settled into bed one night and started my journey through the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. Without giving away too much of the book, here is just my thoughts and reactions to it.
Please note, there may be some spoilers….
The first book was a little slow moving. A little predictable even. I mean what else is going to happen when a shy, naïve, plain looking, but obviously beautiful young woman walks into the office of a gorgeous gazillionaire and pass witty banter? It was pretty obvious. I mean, surly there has got to be more to this story. Right? As I read through and followed along with Ana and Christian as they told their story as he tried to introduce her to his “lifestyle” I find myself getting emotionally attached to them and longing to know more about them. I really cannot place the reason why but there is something deep down that draws me in. Perhaps it’s the perception of “I wish I could meet a drop dead gorgeous billionaire with more money then he knows what to do with and he wants to spend it all on me, even though he wants to do some pretty kinky things to me in return.” Isn’t that we all dream about late at night? Or maybe it’s that this is a new exotic territory that we in our “real” lives would never do or even fathom doing, but maybe in a fantasy life we could??? Isn’t that what books are supposed to do? Take us to a place we could never go to experience something new and wonderful and exciting in our minds…
As I finished with book one, Fifty Shades of Grey, I was hooked. I was drawn in and could not let go. I have fallen victim to the sensual and exotic lifestyle of Christian Grey. In my opinion, I felt the story line of the two characters was stronger than the massive amounts of sex and kinky talk and BDSM that went on in the book. The criteria for the “mommy porn” While pertinent to the story, it was not what drew me in and I think that if the story and characters were not so appealing and relatable, I would have had to put the book down.
To be continued…