The hardest thing about reading Fifty Shades Freed is admitting to it afterwards. You probably read the first two as well – a cause for further embarrassment. Be that as it may, though, kudos to James. Through some clever marketing she has made herself some mega-bucks out of this whole enterprise and has revitalised the naughty books genre overnight.
As I said in an earlier post, Fifty Shades of Drivel, these books are definitely not my cup of tea. Personally, I think they’re poorly written rubbish. Every time Anastasia’s inner goddess or her subconscious made a comment, I wanted to stab my eye out. And, really, how much shy smiling can two people do? Every time they looked at each other, they inexplicably came over all bashful-like. Come on! (This reminded me of one of Camilla Lackberg’s books, where for some odd reason, everyone was winking at each other. Unlike James, however, Lackberg has talent). I have to say, too, that by the end of the third book, the sex was actually pretty tedious. This is what happens when you have them going at it like rabbits every second page. Familiarity breeds contempt as they say.
However, if you enjoy this kind of thing, Fifty Shades Freed continues the saga of Anastasia and Christian’s relationship with the purpose of resolving Christian’s issues with kinky servicing (not of the vanilla kind), and dealing with his damaged past.
In James’ wake you’ll now find a number of series that run along similar veins, but let’s not forget that James was not the first to write erotica. You may like to try some of the following, just to name a few. Bared to you, by Sylvia Day; On the Island, by Tracey Garvis-Graves; Lace, by Shirley Conran; Scruples, by Judith Krantz; Never the face: a story of desire, by Ariel Sands, or The bride stripped bare, by Nikki Gemmell.
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