The book that sounds like a hairdresser’s colouring manual and is set to be the best-selling paperback ever... I haven’t read it.
I won’t be, either. And that’s not because I haven’t got a Kindle (the new way to read a saucy book without anyone on the tram knowing - unless you squirm a lot).
Hailed as a turning point in women’s sexuality, a story about a woman willingly becoming a man’s sex slave sounds neither new, or sexy, to me.