On the second page I thought I stood there a big dung. But when I start a book I always end (two exceptions The Da Vinci Code and The Alchemist), so I finished the book.
So it's poorly written, flat, predictable, totally unrealistic (poor little student, handsome mysterious CEO of society, rich girlfriend, pieces of classical music and the "coincidences" that do well, not to mention the brand placement ....)
And the famous sulfur side put forward? Ben shit. Hardly enough to warm a convent breakaway virgin.
In fact Fifty Shades of Grey is really much ado about nothing.
