50 Shades of Grey: I

by gurdeepmattu

In a bid to understand what all the fuss is about, I purchased this book in paperback from a well-known online retailer.  I will be blogging about it as I read through, doing an entry every 10 chapters.  The book comes up a lot in discussion.  It, together with the two successive parts, forms a trilogy that last week made up nearly a third of the fiction market in the UK.  Also, over a drink, a girl tells me that she thinks it is strange for a man to read it.  ‘Bad enough for women to read it’, she says.  But it’s sexism makes it dire reading for the man.  I am enthralled by some of the bad writing in it: textbook on how not to write, but its idiom is somewhat addictive.  Damn, I think.  Why I am so affected by this book?