Hello my Sweet sweet freaks,
Finally got around reading Fifty Shades Trilogy. I am profoundly and utterly Deceived.
It took time for me to read these through, even if usually a book of this length is basicaly an hour treat for me.
The first voley seemed entertaining enough, and without the oh so expected BDSM scenes. I feel like I have watched bad porn. Pointless, directionless and subdued.
Protagonists are shallow and ill presented, no real pull or attachement to them. The story is shallow and uninteresting and gets only further that way over the suites.
I hate to think of the amount of time it took me to read three rather thin books...
I felt detached from the story, the only moment my interest felt peeked was a rather interesting debute of the psychological insight of the male protagonist. I finally felt peeked, the book talking to something I found nourishing, but false alert, all the psychological insight is to get to the same boring place - love making. NOT the real one, but a sort of teenage-boys-kinky-fantasy kind of love making. BORING. I roar inside my poor famished brain, echoes rebounding of my senses turned backs.
I have never felt more disapointed in a book that at the first sight seemed promising. I am even more outraged at myself for not having read the critics on it or else I would have probably never touched it.
Basically I now feel braindamaged and intelectually famished.
Will probably ig into something more literary enriching...
Glad to be over with it,
Shayene Deathstalker
