If you don’t understand the appeal of the Fifty Shades trilogy, then please stop pretending to recommend books to FSoG readers when you’re actually recommending books to readers who are not them.
Here are some of the most frustrating things about the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomenon:
1. The term ‘mommy porn’. Enough said.
2. Booksellers who snigger about how terrible it is while promoting it to within an inch of Christian’s, um, tie.
3. ‘If you like Fifty Shades of Grey then you’ll like…’ reading lists that demonstrate how badly genre fiction is understood by the literati in Australia. (Or I could be less gracious and say it’s snobbery, but I’ll give them the benefit of doubt.)
Look, I get it. I’m stuck on chapter two of my 50 pages of Fifty Shades challenge because of the awkward prose, vacuous heroine and creepy hero. I get that this book isn’t going to win literary awards. I get that there are a bajillion better written books out there that booksellers, publishers, editors and authors would love to foist on readers.
Believe me, I get it.
But the thing is, the people who love the Fifty Shades trilogy aren’t in it for spectacular writing. They’re not even in it for salacious bondage scenes.
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