I'm just a girl. Sometimes I'm mad. Sad. Angry. Happy. Amused. Funny. Sarcastic. But then, What Were You Expecting?
Avid reader. Book reviewer. Wife. Mother. Foodie.
This book is full of a crazy amount of WTF. There were so many eye-rolling scenes I was worried my eyes would, in fact, roll right out of my head. The cliches, the sometimes flowery writing, the doormat heroine (who honestly takes being a doormat to a whole new level) and the Fifty Shades of Fucked Up hero are enough to make me want to bang my head against the wall.And yet.There is something oddly compelling about the story. I wanted to stop reading, but I couldn't. I do want to say, for the record, this is not a romance. The relationship between the main protags is not a healthy one. Christian is abusive and Ana enables him in being so. While I found it hard to put down, I didn't feel very good after reading it. This isn't a feel good kind of read (not that that stopped me from reading the other two books in the trilogy). When I ended the book I felt dirty..and not the good sort of dirty.