With Fifty Shades Darker E L James has managed to top the cheesy creation that is Fifty Shades of Grey. In part two of the Fifty Shades series we see what happens when the perfect romance takes a turn for the worse. Instead of handling their break up like adults, both Christian and Ana handle things in amazingly unbelievable ways. The writing style of this book tries to be sexy but it does not work. Instead of being strong and well-rounded, the heroine is even more vapid than in Fifty Shades of Grey — if I had a nickle for every time she refers to her inner goddess in this series I would be a rich woman.

The BDSM in the series is laughable and Christian Grey's "Red Room of Pain" should be called the red room of cheesy, Showtime-esque nightmares. In this book we see more into Christian Grey's troubled past showing us why he is self-proclaimed as "fifty shades of fucked up." Ana does not advance as a character at all but actually seems to be even less developed then in Fifty Shades of Grey, which really says a lot.

While I am ragging on the Fifty Shades series pretty hard, it is good for what it is; this so called "mommy porn" is doing great things by allowing more women to become comfortable with their more exotic side and with the concept of not being ashamed of being a fan of the erotic fiction genre. Hopefully it will be a push towards more women being openly in tune with what they want out of their sexual experience. The series has also caused the sales of ben-wa balls and floggers to go through the roof. If you want to waste a few hours with mindless fluff give Fifty Shades Darker a shot.