This is what I believed of books one and two, and still believe for this book: The 50 Shades series was E.L James first attempt at writing and was originally a fan fiction for twilight. If that doesn't instantly send red flags I'm not sure what does.

I'm going to assume that anyone reading this review is familiar with books one and two and with the characters, which is good because nothing has really changed. Anastasia is still an overly innocent idiot and Christian is still 50 shades of fucked up, which is a nice way to say controlling asshat. Book three starts with Anastasia and Christian on their honeymoon. I realized that they got married after knowing each other for only a few months, which basically says that if the guy is rich and hot it's OK to marry a controlling stranger. There's a little bit of plot: someone's trying to kill them and someone from Christian's BDSM-filled past shows up, and of course all the problems are solved with sex.

I read this on mmHg Kindle so I can't really be much help on the design.

I hate this! I hate this series. My life would be perfect is E.L James never picked up another pen. OK, maybe I'm exaggerating a little but seriously this book has no redeeming qualities.

I've never been so happy to be freed from a series. It's badly written and the characters are unrealistic and moronic. Anastasia iced the idiot cake when Christian said he wanted to fuck her boobs and Anastasia replied with "How do you do that?". Apparently even though she's a college graduate she's been living under a rock in pleasantville.