At the beginning I couldn't put the book down; it's naughty, intense
and yummy. BUT the more I read the more I wondered; why a handsome,
intelligent, mysterious guy with unique abilities to fulfill his dreams and
live comfortably ever after, is not enough? Does he have to be disgustingly
loaded with money in order to make the ladies drooling intensely? What is it
with desirable guys and expensive cars, private helicopters, oh… and if this is
not enough – a huge boat (and I'm only on the second book…there might be more
surprises waiting around the corner). What’s next? A spaceship??? Does it
add up some muscles to his already divine body? Does it bring him closer to God?
Does money make it so easy to melt every inch in a young woman's body?
What happened to the Marlboro man? The rough, raspy, working hard guy
who drives a big dirty sexy truck? Yes, the tanned guy who sweats while he's
working out in the field, when it's unbearably hot or rainy. What's wrong with
simple blue jeans T-shirt and some exposed muscles to increase the level of the
adrenaline in our body? Is this an old school?
Don't get the wrong impression, I love this book. But when vanilla sex took control and my interest got lost in the "lovey dovey" scenes, I
was taken aback by the many shades of green that overcame the gray. There were
many ways to describe how rich heavenly Christian was. And although beautiful
Ana never had interest in his money, it was very important to constantly impress
her and us, the readers, until I almost forgot about fifty shades of grey.
So
who is the desirable guy these days? The Marlboro man? Fifty shades of
green? or Christian grey with fangs?
With
that being said…I'm going back to the book…can't wait to bump into the next
transportation monster that will add up another muscle to perfect
Christian.
