If you type “badly written book review” into Google, one of the first things that comes up is Fifty Shade of Grey, simply because Google picked up key words. Such as ‘badly written book‘.
I feel that doing a review on a book that I strongly disliked would be a change of pace that might be good for me. Plus it is part of my ‘Reading Like A Writer‘ assignment to write about the work of others that I find ‘abysmal’ and this is definitely more relevant than what I mentioned in last week’s post.
When the Fifty Shades books first came out, I made it my mission in life to read them. My theory was that I couldn’t say terrible things about them unless I read them and could prove how terrible they were. And they really were awful. This may not be completely relevant to my copyediting career dreams, but I must say that if I were E.L. James’ copyeditor I would have done something to make these books less of a train smash.
I read the first book in the trilogy (which I borrowed from a friend because there was no way I was spending money on those books) while I was travelling overseas to London and New York in July of 2012. I soon found myself ashamed to take out the book on the plane or on any bus or train (or anywhere public at all really). This was not because I didn’t want people to judge me for reading a book that is so openly raunchy; it was because almost every second person at the airport, or on any public transport wherever I went, seemed to have the book open in front of them. The idea of conforming to what every other person across the world seemed to be doing horrified me. However, I convinced myself that I had to get through it or I couldn’t openly judge it, so I settled for reading it at the hotel, where no one could see me.