Review: Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James

The only reason I read this book was to discover how a book heavily sexual with a bdsm relationship made the New York Times best sellers list. I didn't realize that lonely housewives and oversexed tweens with a penchant for poor writing and exhaustively repetitive symbolism would even be considered for the New York Times book list. Reading this was simple and easy due to the middle school vocabulary, and while the sexual tension and buildup of the characters was well done, the constant fifth grade mentality of the main character was painful, and left the story with repetitive let downs. Also, it repetitively left me wanting to throw the book across the room and light myself on fire because of the repetitive nature of its repeditivity. Have I repetitiously made my repetitiveness repeatedly clear? gasoline... Match... Flame on...