The Fifty Shades Trilogy by E L James was something I happened to stumble upon after finishing up the Hunger Games. I needed another series to delve into, and read Fifty Shades before it was a serious taboo subject in the tabloids. Never did I imagine that I would become so emotionally involved in this series, finish it so quickly, yet still think about the main character weeks later.
Although I loved the easy-to-read novels and the charming aspect of millionaire Christian Grey, the books were very poorly written. I obviously would never be able to write them better myself, but it was like reading Fifty Shades of Grammatical Errors at some points in the novels. No, I am not alluding to the fact that E L spelled the dairy treat “yoghurt,” I know those Aussies are pretty different. It was simply the fact that I felt as if I wasn’t being challenged enough. Not to mention, it was very repetitive.
All in all, I really did enjoy the novels, and I hope the movie industry doesn’t destroy the readers’ imaginations by putting it to film. I do know, however, that these books will most likely become movies, so I have obviously had the two main characters cast out in my mind from the beginning.
First up, we have millionaire (and love of my life) Christian Grey. Without a doubt, Matt Bomer.
I can just imagine his intense stare and beautiful hands running through his flowy hair in frustration. Puuuuuurrrr-fect.
Next, we have Anastasia Steele. Shy little bookworm who happens to clean up sharply and turn into a sexkitten by the end of the series. I’m not completely sold on this, yet, but I believe Amanda Seyfried has stolen the spotlight in my brain for this role.
Here’s to hoping 7th graders at the local Junior High aren’t hoping to see these movies…. but I’d rather not have to buy a ticket for an NC-17 film. That’s, fortunately, not on my bucket list. LATERS, BABY.