This will probably be the shortest review I have ever written. And it’s going to cover two books! Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed were two books with so very little imagination it’s almost tragic. I noted in my review of the first installment, Fifty Shades of Grey, that while not great literature this at least was consistent with the type of stuff in the romance genre. The other two installments? Not worth reading the first fifty words of the second or third installments.
The author uses the same phrases over and over and over. By the time I was half way through Fifty Shades Darker, I couldn’t bear to read “don’t be mad at me”, “mine”, or “my fifty” one more time. And for “mommy porn” – with the reputation like this series seems to have earned, well, it was bordering on boring. The same phrases and lack of imagination was evident in the scenes that we’re supposed to be exciting. And the hard core that I expected based on all that I had heard, never really materialized. It just became boring to read.
So, if you are looking to rehash the same dialogue, the same arguments between characters, the same scenes, the same everything chapter after chapter, have fun. There are three books worth of it. If you are looking for something erotic and exciting and imaginative, I can give lots of other, better, and much more exciting book recommendations. The Fifty Shades Trilogy was Fifty Shades of not worth reading more than the first installment.