I’m not normally one to jump on a bandwagon, but with all the hoo-ha surrounding ‘50 Shades of Grey’, I’ll admit I got curious.
So I downloaded the first few chapters to my Kindle (for free), butwas left far from impressed at what is being hailed as the most riveting book in recent years and decided not to waste any more time on it.
Then my sister - who deemed it ‘the best book she’d ever read’ - gave me her copy and I decided to persevere and try to finish the novel.
Well, that was back in July and last night I finally reached the end of what I grudge to even call a book.
It was a long, tough slog and there were many times I wanted to just give up. Getting to the final page was more down to the fact that I won’t get rid of a book until it is done than getting any kind of enjoyment from it.
I can’t believe this is the fastest-selling paperback of all time and has resulted in the author not only becoming a millionaire but also being listed in Time magazine’s Top 100 Most Influential People list this year.
And now the film rights have been bought and we are going to be bombarded with marketing for the movie version along with publicists’ rumours over which Hollywood heart-throbs will play the spine-less heroine and her domineering, control-freak love interest.
Call me old fashioned, but give me an Agatha Christie crime novel any day.
I’d rather my heroine was a nosey English pensioner and the only ropes I want to read about are the ones that tie up the bad guys.
So now my ‘50 Shades of Grey’ has been packed off to the charity shop.
I just feel sorry for the curious reader that picks it up.