Just like Miss Steel and Mr Grey, I have experienced many firsts while reading this book. This is the first time a book managed to ruin a word for me. I will never be able to "flush" a toilet again without cringing. 
 I have never read a book that made me laugh like an idiot when I was supposed to be aroused and/or compassionate. It is the first time I was unable to conjure the appearance of the two main characters. Ms James kept telling me how Christian is beautiful, gorgeous, and holy-fuck-hot, but for me he is made of long fingers, gray eyes, chest-hair and pants which hang off his hips "in that way". It was very interesting being unable to make them corporeal in my mind, especially when they had sex - it seemed so implausible because neither of them had all the necessary parts. 
 I will not even go into Miss Steele because Mr Grey has been inside of her so many times it seemed physically impossible - for both of them. 
 In all the many semi-literate pages of this book, Ms James does not manage to master the English language. Reading about things and events that are "in that way" is not my idea of a good time - it's not Mr. Grey who's 50 shades of fucked up, this book is.