Fifty Shades of Grey. I read all three volumes over the summer.
There were mixed reactions in the book club. One person didn't even show up she was so disgusted with the choice. Some found the novel sexy, others found it quite boring.
It is puzzling me that such a poorly executed premise could become a runaway bestseller. The author must be a millionaire, with the number of copies outselling Harry Potter.
There are some great spoofs of audiobooks out there, by Gilbert Gottfried and Ellen Degeneres to name a few.
There is no shortage of great erotica, but this doesn't qualify. It is a formulaic romance with a materialistic bent for big mansions, urban condos, cars, boats, helicopters, jets and designer clothes. Sadly unsatisfying, not particularly well written, repetitive sex scenes and a bizarre happily-ever-after ending that brings two children into this dysfunctional relationship.
Still, I finished not just one, but three. It was the mental equivalent of bingeing on a box of Twinkies. At least now I know what all the fuss is about. It doesn't reflect well on modern times.