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Sadly (or not), the real apartment doesn't contain a "Red Room of Pain."
Ever since the filthy-minded and now super-rich E.L. James made the surprise announcement that she was releasing the fan-requested (and previously teased both in her fanfic and at the end of Freed) Grey -- Fifty Shades as told from Christian's POV -- there was buzz. Which raises the question: Is it worth shelling out the $18.95 for the book ($11.99 ebook)? Decide for yourself.
With the final instalment of the Twilight franchise hitting cinemas soon, I am reminded that the fabled bad boy may make for good fiction, but seldom does he make a great catch in real life. Don't believe me? Just ask Rihanna. What duty, if any, do authors have to create strong female leads (and males who respect them)?
Is it abnormal to be generally embarrassed by the overall heaving and titillation that accompanies the mere mention of this book's title? The whole thing is a bit over the top, even more so now that the book has been officially cited as "Mommy Porn."
What ticks me off is not the book itself but the media's spin on it and the questions it raises and doesn't raise. This spin isn't about sex, it's about power. The bondage narrative moves women back from little power to no power.