Fifty Shades of Grey: A Book Review

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I had no idea what this book was about when I saw it in the U3A library and picked it out to read. I had listened to conversations at the university that spoke of badder than bad writing and so I had no intention of ever buying it. I decided that it probably was one of those books that the sell in the supermarket that appeal to the masses but have little appeal to those that enjoy a literary art form. Seeing it on the shelves I decided that one should never judge anyone or anything based on second hand information. One should find out for themselves and then make a valued judgement based on your own findings. Hence I read E.L. James Fifty Shades of Grey.

It is a love story with both graphic and implied kinky sex. And lots of it. The two main characters Christian Grey (and hence the title which I think is quite clever), a billionaire, and Anastasia Steele, a poor student meet when Anastasia interviews Christian for a student magazine. It was love/lust at first sight and it is the story of the wooing and bedding that follows. The problem is Christian has a psychological need to be dominant and Anastasia has a wee bit of a problem being submissive. How they turned those sex scenes into a film I will never know – if they did them as in the book surely it would be porn not erotica.

This book kept me turning the pages. Although I did come across the odd sentence that did not make sense and a few grammatical errors the story got me in. The sex scenes became repetitive in description, the inner goddess (Anastasia’s inner voice) annoyed me although it was a way of displaying the double talk that goes on when we work something out. At least it does in my head – part of me will give the reasons for and another voice the reasons against. The self speak and thoughts may have been immature but the characters were young and Anastasia, at least, immature. I can remember back to my teens and having similar self-talk regarding boys I might like, so it rang true to me. The actual story kept me interested. Here was a virginal girl from a broken home and a billionaire perfect man/philanthropist (world class pianist, bilingual, good looking athletic guy and more) all at the age of 26 whose early years had been super tough. Enough to give him a side to his personality that is into whipping his women and more. E.L.James cleverly somehow makes this man likeable and I found myself rooting for him in the hope that Anastasia would choose to be with him despite the red room of pain. Perhaps that says something about me. The other technique James used to her distinct advantage is that she ended the book with a cliff hanger. If you got that far then you have no choice but to read the next book in the trilogy to find out what happens.

So would I recommend this book – yes with reservations. It needed a good edit, but it did have a story (despite the sex) that drew me in. Will I read the next in line – yes if it too is donated to the U3A library but I won’t be rushing out and buying it. Will I go to see the film – no, I’m happy with what my imagination gave me. Do I think it will stand the test of time and be a literary novel into the future – no but I do think that pop culture has voted it a good reads best romance for a reason.

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Skeletons in the Closet: 99 Word Flash Fiction

“Dad’s got skeletons in his closet.” My brother showed me an old, leather book. Inside were some blank pages and skeletons. “Dad said we can do ours.” Excited, we raced to the study where the ink lived in a little glass pot at the top of the blotter. My brother went first, creasing the page in half then signing his name along the line made in the middle. Whilst the ink was still wet he folded the page in half again and pressed down on the fold. On opening it he had his own unique skeleton. Mine quickly followed.

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The signatures are described as “poetic, comic, and, sometimes, slightly sinister,” in Psychobook, edited by Julian Rothenstein, published by Princeton Architectural Press 2016. (Photo: Redstone Press Collection)

In response to Charli’s prompt where she asks:

January 11, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about wet ink. It can be artistic, writerly or something completely off-the-wall. Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by January 9, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published January 10). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

I don’t normally do more than one response but as soon as I posted my initial story a piece of memoir came to me when I thought of wet ink. My Father’s skeletons dated from 1928 onwards. It was a way of collecting autographs and we as children loved looking at everyone’s skeletons. All were different.

 

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The Blot: 99 Word Flash Fiction

The stain spread like octopus tentacles. Grace felt sick. One mistake. That’s all it took to destroy everything. Too late to take back the action. It was done. She’d blotted her copybook and now, she had to live with it. Tears came unbidden. Not her fault. Alcohol was the culprit. The six gin and tonics had made her lose control but she’d chosen to drink. She’d wanted Dutch courage. She needed more than that now. She’d have to hand it in. Perhaps they’d overlook the ink as the content was good. Better than saying the dog ate her homework.

In response to Charli’s prompt where she asks:

January 11, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about wet ink. It can be artistic, writerly or something completely off-the-wall. Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by January 9, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published January 10). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

 

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Weyba Creek: Silent Sunday

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A Dark Day: Three Line Tales

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Photo prompt by Hans Vivek via Unsplash

A black cloud of methane gas hung over the city, threatening its existence. The residents hid indoors breathing through wet hankies. The authorities searched for the source.

“Sanititation officer 32CK338 here. I’ve found a s crush of cows and  the smell ain”t just from the pussy’s ciggie.”

In response to Sonya’s  call for three line tales

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Weathered: Weekly Photo Challenge

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Uluru (Ayers Rock) – is the remains of the weathering of a large granite mountain range (about the size of the Himalayas)  that with wind and water eroded quickly as their was no plant life and  formed an alluvial fan near its base. One fan on top of the other. It was then covered by an inland sea and the pressure turned them to arkose sandstone, a sedimentary rock. Another mountain building flipped the bedrock on its side and more weathering took place. It is amazing to think that like an ice berg there is more of this rock under the surface than there is on top.

 

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Weathering of Uluru.

 

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Water is a big weathering agent.

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The abrasive action as the water washes over the particles smoothes any roughness out of them.

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The Pasha Bulka didn’t weather the storm well and was washed aground on Nobbys Beach. They did eventually manage to refloat her.

012 bad weather prevents docking at the wharf

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This wharf didn’t weather the storm too well with major damage being sustained and boats no longer able to use it.

 

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Will we weather the storm as our polar ice melts and sea levels rise?

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Water carves out gullies

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and huge canyons

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with gravity assisting the water to carve out arches.

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Not often can we see the effects of weathering before and after but at Lake Siwi on the Island of Tanna after a cylonic dump of rain

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the lake is no more.

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Weathering can affect man made objects too with paint peeling and fading

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and structures crumbling.

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Wind, moving water and gravity

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But man he too plays a part

with animals, chemicals and what he plants

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Our biggest threat to mankind

Is our changing climate

Extreme weather results

People die

Our world erodes

Is it too late to stem the tide.

In response to prompt weathered for weekly photo challenge

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Skywatch Friday 12th January 2018 Sunshine Beach 1.31pm

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In response to Skywatch Friday where skies from round the world can be seen.

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The Ruins of St Pauls: Traces of the Past Yr4, No 1: Thursday’s Special

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Built between 1602  and 1640 all that remains of the church that was dedicated to the apostle St Paul is the southern facade (now buttressed with cement and steel) and the Jesuit crypts. In 2005 it was added to the UNESCO World Heritage Sites and is part of historic Macau.

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The intricately carved facade which is impossible to see in these photos was carved by  Japanese Christians that were in exile under the Italian Jesuit Carlo Spinola. They brought to the carvings an oriental influence – The Blessed Virgin Mary for example is stepping on a seven headed hydra and the Chinese characters translate to read “Holy Mother tramples the heads of the dragon.” 68 steps lead up to the church entrance which is sited on a small hill.

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The 17th century church founded by Portuguese Jesuits was destroyed on the 26th January 1835 by fire which started during a typhoon.

In response to Paula’s prompt for Thursday’s Special.

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Wage: Six Sentence Stories

Adalie, a short fat child held the gaze of Hiamovi, a sandy haired self-declared genius; neither prepared to be the first to give in. 

 Hiamovi  swept up Adalie’s leggo and put it in his pocket saying, “you can have it back when you give me your proton rocket.”

” Do you think I’m mad you dotard,” Adalie said, clutching his toy to his chest.

“Don’t call me a dotard,” Hiamovi said, giving Adalie a shove .

Letting out a blood curdling war cry, Adalie returned the attack with fists flailing. 

“Children, we don’t wage war in this house.”

 

In repsonse to Zoe’s prompt

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Moving house: Friday Fictioneers

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photo prompt © Victor and Sarah Potter

Holding hands, they took a last look at their favourite room.  

“Jan, remember when we moved in you ranted and raved about the spiders the previous owner left behind?”

“What was worse – he took the light fittings. Those colanders were only meant to be temporary and they’re still hanging.”

George examined the room, recalling and saving memories. ” I hope they look after Jezebel.”

“Perhaps we should leave a note.”

“Notes are usually left to say when to put the garbage out or idiosyncrasies of the oven.”

“Leave one. Write, don’t kill Jezebel, the spider. She keeps the bigger critters out.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and Victor and Sarah Potter for providing the photo prompt.

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