There have been many times in my life that I have questioned the reality of God. The fact that 50 Shades of Grey is what it is today has gotten rid of that question. E. L. James obviously made a deal with the devil and it has paid off.
I’ll be completely honest from the start, I have not read the book. I have absolutely no interest in reading it, even from the standpoint of something to laugh at. I’m not against the idea of reading erotic literature. I’m against the idea that anything can constitute GOOD literature, just because its subject matter is titillating.
This book, from everything I can see, is quite horribly written. It’s smut, so one shouldn’t expect perfection, but such lines as, “I’m concentrating hard on not falling over my own feet – my legs are suddenly the consistency of Jell-O. I’m so glad I decided to wear my best jeans this morning.” tell me that this is something that barely constitutes as written.
The amount of effort put into coming up with ways to describe oral sex (from my perusal of quotes) seems to be quite extreme, but the amount of time actually making these people sound like real people. . . well, it’s lacking.
So, that means that people are reading this book for the most obvious reason, it’s porn. But that begs a whole new question. People don’t generally open discuss their porn habits. I wouldn’t post “Currently watching Backside to the Future” on my facebook wall (well. . . maybe I would), so why is it so common for everyone to be so open about their reading of this book?
Is it perhaps due to the fact that it’s a book? Maybe, seeing as this is so poorly written, this is a group of people who do not generally read who feel proud of themselves for reading something and enjoying it? Maybe. . . I don’t know
All I know is that this book is everywhere right now, and all it took was for one person to put their fantasies about the characters from twilight into words, albeit distractingly child-like words. So, the only thing I can figure is that this must have come from a deal with the devil. And if there’s a devil, there must be a God.
Faith restored. . . which disturbs me even more than the book selling.