I have a confession to make. I read Fifty Shades of Grey when it was released. I did so precisely because it was so popular. I've read my share of trashy novels, but the luster of hot literary lust lost its appeal as I grew older. I read it only because the female friends I have were reading it and talking about it. I found I was able to participate in conversations about redemptive sex precisely because I'd taken the novel seriously. That said, I thought the novel was horrible. It was so poorly written, with little literary variety and value. Its imagery was cold, the writing was poor and the plot was predictable. Aware as I was of so many other books -- remember, I've read my share of trashy novels -- I just couldn't bring myself to read the second or third books in the series. But I have read the first book. And I'm still not going to see the movie -- precisely because I know what's in the book. I've never really said any...
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