This week, we’re looking at the infamous cover art of
Fifty Shades of Grey
With all the negative publicity surrounding E. L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey, individuals that have not indulged in the books, due to their own beliefs or opinions, instantly recognize it by simply seeing the cover.
This past weekend, I visited with my family in honor of Fathers Day. Never leaving home without my e-reader, I decided to show my grandmother the technology she fears most. After explaining how it works, I launched my library, and began to show her my bookshelf, with the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy at the top. Instantly, my Grandmother gasps and says, “Oh my goodness sweetie! Aren’t those the ‘Grey books’ everyone’s been talking about? The ones they’re calling mommy porn?”
Now that’s something.
The cover is simple, and some say, predictable. A grey patterned tie, the one and only image, highlighted against a dark background, the title of the book placed at the top, author opposite at the bottom.
I, however, loved it and found it to be welcoming change. Why? I was able to envision my own Christian Grey without an already predetermined image of him on the cover. There could have easily been two unknown models looking into each others eyes with intense passion, wrapped in each others embrace, love oozing from all four corners. On the contrary, I felt that image would be more predictable. Those of you who have read the first installment, know why a tie adorns the cover. Its appropriate and gives us a little tease of the story ahead. While reading the book, I found myself flipping to the cover and examining it more closely when the tie came into play. It added feeling and gave me a realistic view into Anastasia’s life and the emotion she was experiencing.
Fifty Shades of Grey, is my latest obsession. This book had me from the start and surprisingly so considering the subject. My husband’s tie collection has grown as a result, and he gladly wears them, sometimes teasingly, with pride.
“Yes. Yes, Grandmother they are the mommy porn books you heard about. Don’t judge me too harshly.” With a kiss to my cheek, she answered, “To each their own honey. You think you could teach me how to use one of those?”