What can I say, Fifty Shades Freed truly takes the cake when it comes to amazingly bad erotic fiction. I have read better fan fictions then this thing. In the final book of the Fifty Shades series we get to see Christian and Ana's fairy tale lifestyle reach its height. The wedding, the honeymoon, the terrible sex scenes, the reader can not put it down! I don't know how this series could get any worse but by god it did. Our loving couple's martial bliss is ruined by past love who finally show their Simon and Garfunkel themed faces, there is also plot against Christian Grey's godlike company that made him the most wanted billionaire on the face of the planet.

I made it through the first two books in this series and this has to be the best one, and by best I mean worst. I had hoped that by this point the characters would have become more developed and that E. L. James' writing style would improve with time, oh how a girl can dream. Our heroine Ana still has as about as much personality as a house plant and the troubled soul Christian Gery is not as much fifty shades of fucked up as he is fifty shades of bland, I can see why this is the fifty shares of grey series since the plot is about as exciting as staring at fifty different shades of the color gray.

In all this book is so amazingly bad it is good, I suggest you read it as the comedy it is, not a serious piece of fiction. I have spent a few hours being entertained by each book so I don't consider them a complete waste of paper. Are they going to win a Pulitzer, no but they are a good summer read if you are in the mood for some slightly naughty fluff. Remember everyone, listen to your inner goddess, her dancing can tell you something.