And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
I want to take all my words for 50 shades of grey back! I’m half the book and it’s terrible. Ana is stupid girl with no brain and self esteem who doesn’t know anything about relationships, any kind of relationship. She’s in love with that jerk and total prick Christian who uses that to make her do thing she doesn’t really want to or at least she doesn’t know if she wants to which makes me go back to her - she’s the worst example for the young girls who read the books.
He wants to abuse you and you’re ok with that just because you’re horny and he’s sexy and rich and has the looks?!? It’s not a real relationship, it never has to be like this. If you don’t feel secure doing it just don’t do it and if he still insist or says he’s leaving you tell him to fuck off.
I’m not sure I’m able to read the rest of the book. I imagine my little sister reading it and thinking to herself that’s ok to have that kind of “relationship” with someone… I’m full of rage.
Though I’m not very much experienced I clearly see it’s a total bullshit with it’s ridiculous plot, unreal and stupid characters, utterly ridiculous sex scenes and the poorly writing or another desperate housewife who dreams to be a good author.
Rant over. Sorry for the harsh words and all my swearing, it’s not my style but this book is driving me crazy in a very very bad way.
I’m reading Fifty Shades of Grey and I understand why it’s so popular. It may be poorly written and the characters are just ridiculously unreal (or at least Mr Christian Grey) BUT it is a real women fantasy - the perfect man who can be nice and bad the same time. I’m not even in the middle of the book so I can’t say much more than that. Well, I expect they’re falling in love and have really pervy sex scenes (or at least I hope so).
‘In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.’
Started reading it yesterday and I may say it’s brilliant
Roughly translated as I long for you. It’s a book of love letters written by famous Bulgarians.
I want that book so badly! However, I won’t buy it. I want someone to give it to me as a present. Weird, huh?