Ana finishes stumbling out of the building, and her thoughts flail around as if she has just made some sort of miraculous escape from a mass murder, not calmly walked away from a pretty man.  It’s quite dramatic, I assure you. No man has ever affected me the way Christian Grey has, and I cannot…

I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. That is the opening line, and already I can tell that the writing in this is going to cause me physical pain. Our main character, Ana, is looking at herself in the mirror in what is probably the laziest trick that has ever been used by…