I need my own Travis Maddox right now. Dammit, where’s my own Travis Maddox?!
Kidding. Well, okay, not really.
I was such a girl while reading this. My emotions see-sawed from annoyed, excited, angry, really annoyed to giddy butterflies. Beautiful Disaster was like Pride and Prejudice mixed with the passion and intensity of Crossfire, sprinkled with a little Sarah Dessen.
“It’s dangerous to need someone that much. You’re trying to save him and he’s hoping you can. You two are a disaster.” I smiled at the ceiling. “It doesn’t matter what or why it is. When it’s good, Kara… it’s beautiful.”
Continue reading Beautiful Disaster by Jamie Mcguire
Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Perhaps I’ve spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.
I finished this trilogy the first week of June 2012. I was initially curious because it kept on popping up in Flipboard’s Books section but never really cared enough to actually buy the set. My sister ended up buying them, so I read them anyway.
This is the first erotic fiction I’ve read, unless you count Coelho’s Eleven Minutes which isn’t exactly an erotic novel. From what I’ve heard, Fifty Shades was originally written as a a fan fiction based on Twilight. I’ve never been a fan of the Twilight series so my immediate reaction was “This must suck”. (Sorry Twilight fans)
As a piece of literature, if you can call it that, Fifty Shades was horrible. The writing was shallow, there were many redundant phrases and dialogues, and it had a too-simple amateurish plot.
So why the hype? Here’s why.
Continue reading The Fifty Shades Trilogy by E.L. James