…and in my opinion, it is a *bad* book. I don’t find the characters interesting, I don’t find the “romance” between the leads all that compelling, I feel the heroine is “dumbed-down”, I feel the so-called “hero” of the book is the kind of man you should run away from, not invite into your bed (or consider signing a BDSM contract with). I don’t find the sex scenes all that sexy (honestly, I’ve read way better and hotter sex scenes in books that only feature one or two scenes and that don’t involve handcuffs and paddles), and I believe that the author’s understanding of BDSM is an insult to actual BDSM. It is not a book I would recommend to anyone, be they a fan of romance or not, and yes, I do cringe when people who aren’t familiar with the romance genre immediately point to the “Fifty Shades” trilogy as an example of “the best Romance has to offer” to the general public…
All that being said, I REFUSE to be someone who SHAMES another person for choosing to read it, for wanting to read it, for even loving the darn thing.
No two people’s book tastes will completely match. What one person finds to be a great book and would sing about to the heavens and embrace with their entire heart and soul, another person will kick across the room, gagging as they do so, because they can’t believe they wasted all that time (or part of their time if they didn’t finish it) on that piece of crap.
The thing is, we seem to spend so much time critiquing what women read (especially books that are written by women and with a majority-female audience in mind) but hardly any “judgment” is passed if someone is reading something that is typically found in the “literature section”? And women are every bit as guilty of this as men are.
It’s one thing to dislike something and share your reasons to why you disliked it. (for example, I can’t stand The Great Gatsby and personally think it’s a waste of a tree, and I feel no guilt whatsoever in putting it on the same level as Fifty Shades–and no, it’s not an “insult” to F. Scott Fitzgerald that I placed his novel on the same shelf with that of E.L. James; they deserve to be together because, in my opinion, they’re both BAD BOOKS)…but it’s entirely something else to shame others for reading what they like to read.
We don’t have to agree on the books, but at the very least, we should respect the freedom to choose what we want to read.






















