Fifty Shades of Grey
: Book One of the Fifty Shades Trilogy
A GoodReads Choice Awards Finalist for Best Romance"In a class by itself." —Entertainment Weekly
Now in hardcover, with a silk ribbon marker and printed endpapers, the first volume of the New York Times #1 bestselling trilogy.
When literature student Anastasia Steele goes to interview young entrepreneur Christian Grey, she encounters a man who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating. The unworldly, innocent Ana is startled to realize she wants this man and, despite his enigmatic reserve, finds she is desperate to get close to him. Unable to resist Ana’s quiet beauty, wit, and independent spirit, Grey admits he wants her, too—but on his own terms. Shocked yet thrilled by Grey’s singular erotic tastes, Ana hesitates. For all the trappings of success—his multinational businesses, his vast wealth, his loving family—Grey is a man tormented by demons and consumed by the need to control. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionately physical affair, Ana discovers Christian Grey’s secrets and explores her own dark desires.Erotic, amusing, and deeply moving, the Fifty Shades Trilogy is a tale that will obsess you, possess you, and stay with you forever.This book is intended for mature audiences.
CHAPTER ONE I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair—it just won’t behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with blue eyes too big for her face staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a ponytail and hope that I look semi-presentable. Kate is my roommate, and she has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she’d arranged to do, with some mega-industrialist tycoon I’ve never heard of, for the student newspaper. So I have been volunteered. I have final exams to cram for and one essay to finish, and I’m supposed to be working this afternoon, but no—today I have to drive 165 miles to downtown Seattle in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of our university, his time is extraordinarily precious—much more precious than mine—but he has granted Kate an interview. A real coup, she tells me. Damn her extracurricular activities. Kate is huddled on the couch in the living room. “Ana, I’m sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we’ll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can’t blow this off. Please,” Kate begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice. How does she do it? Even ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry blond hair in place and green eyes bright, although now red rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy. “Of course I’ll go, Kate. You should get back to bed. Would you like some NyQuil or Tylenol?” “NyQuil, please. Here are the questions and my digital recorder. Just press record here. Make notes, I’ll transcribe it all.” “I know nothing about him,” I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic. “The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.” “Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later.” I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Kate, would I do this. “I will. Good luck. And thanks, Ana—as usual, you’re my lifesaver.” Gathering my backpack, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannot believe I have let Kate talk me into this. But then Kate can talk anyone into anything. She’ll make an exceptional journalist. She’s articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative, beautiful—and she’s my dearest, dearest friend. The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, Washington, toward Interstate 5. It’s early, and I don’t have to be in Seattle until two this afternoon. Fortunately, Kate has lent me her sporty Mercedes CLK. I’m not sure Wanda, my old VW Beetle, would make the journey in time. Oh, the Merc is a fun drive, and the miles slip away as I hit the pedal to the metal. My destination is the headquarte
For a book trying to stretch the boundaries sexually, why would the author use the same overdone heroine who is so beautiful (but just doesn't know it) and is virgin yet orgasms immediately an takes to sex like a fish to water. Even worse, are we supposed to believe a girl in college is just getting email? If Ana says "Oh My" one more time, I'll vomit. It sounds like something my mother in law would say, not a 22 year old.
I was sucked in by all the great press. It reads worse than a Harlequin Romance. The characters are pithy and stereotyped. Uggh, don't waste your time or money. And there are two more to come? I am fearful that so many people seem to think this is a great book. :(
This book is godawful. I've given it one star because I can't seem to figure out how to give it zero stars. Aside from the amateurish writing that's riddled with conventional errors, it's a gross misrepresentation of BDSM. I'm sure those who engage in that lifestyle will be thrilled to know the novel portrays BDSM as a playground for a female pedophile and an emotionally disturbed who uses BDSM as an excuse to exorcise his inner childhood demons on subs who look like his abusive mother. Sick Oedipus complex aside, this novel is full of gaping holes in plot and character development. And that's quite a feat considering it used to be a work a fanfiction and those elements were already created for the author in the original work. At best this novel would be a guilty pleasure, like it's predecessor, Twilight. But there are many more established and accomplished novelists who do it better. It's a sad day for the literary community when this sub-par derivative work gets top billing.
I consider myself a well read adult. I have to say I just DO NOT GET IT!!!!!! This is just an ongoing 384 pg book of a boring womans sexual tryst with an equally awful male. There were no surprises and the only reason the pages kept turning was the fact that I purchased this book after it hit No.1 on trade paperback list. I am thankful I had the Nook version....I feel sorry for the summertime beach readers who will undoubtedly show the cover for all to see. I felt it was redundant and too much sex for this novel just became a bad, boring thing. Absolutely no desire to purchase the other two books. Some say it kept the reader on edge...maybe... on the edge of a building about to jump off just trying to get to page 384!!! I wanted to poke my eyes out.....thank God it's over!!!!! I wish I didn';t have to give it one star, maybe this site should consider putting in negative numbers!!!!!!! If you are going to read something make it something else!
Like others I bought this to see what the fuss is about. It does make for a good book club discussion piece on how bad the book is. It's poorly written, choppy and stilted and is one of the worse romance stories I've ever read. Who would enjoy a romance where the woman cries every other page and the man is constantly angry and pathetic. The only thing I can see worthwhile is that some of the erotica scenes are half decent. But there are a lot of great books available that are well written with better romance stories and great sex scenes. Don't waste your money on this one.