Fifty Shades Darker by E.L. JamesMy rating: 2 of 5 stars
James should have stopped with the first book. Let it hang. Played up the guesswork. One 50 Shades was plenty. Standing alone, 50 Shades of Grey would have been remembered as unique.
It's bad (hangs head) when the reader skips what some libraries are now calling the porn and skims the pages for the plot developments.
I wonder if the guys are reading the 50 Shades Trilogy?
Yesterday, I saw a young man in crisp slacks and a blue polo shirt with thick unruly reddish hair rushing down the sidewalk in his converse (they were all the rage in Europe before the 50 Shades) tie a-flutter. He was busy using Christian's mannerisms! Smiling at some inside joke, running his fingers through his hair, confident and cool. Rolex watch. Saab. I guess, the works.
I wondered, does this man have a red room at home? Or is this where the similarity ends? If the men will read 50, they will be looking a lot sexier from here on out.
I guess enough of anything is enough. For me at least. I've begun to speed read through book three. I think I'll count how many times I see the words "You are so beautiful." Laters, Baby.
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