It took me a long time to finally give in to the temptation to pick up any of the Fifty Shades of Grey novels.
I was put off by some of the reviews I had read. Mainly that the novels weren’t worth the paper they were printed on.
Then… all three showed up on the shelves of my local library. And I thought… hmmmm. I’d have to walk up to the checkout counter with them. They’d always be in the records that I had read them… but, I was tempted. So tempted. Mainly that I wouldn’t be spending any hard earned cash on a totally “Ify” to me series. So I bravely grabbed all three and marched up to the checkout only to have the librarian say “Oh, I loved these. I read them before they went out on the shelves. But shhh I didn’t say that.” And she laughed. I have to say I granted my small town librarian an upgrade in the “adventurous” column. *wink*
I didn’t expect to “love” this trilogy. I expected to be shocked, surprised, maybe mutter a few *ewww’s* — but I did not expect the one thing I found under all the bondage, sex slave talk, really screwed up hero and untried virgin heroine – A Love Story.
Underneath all the surface sex stuff, I found a couple who each brought damage to their relationship. Yet they each loved the other enough to get past their boundaries and accept the other for what they were, completely. They grew individually and as a couple throughout the three novels to the point where, if not a totally normal couple, at least an accepting, totally in love with each other couple.