I’m not sure why it surprised me to learn that EL James actually rewrote Fifty Shades Darker from Christian’s POV. She rewrote the first one, so why not the whole trilogy? I guess too many of the bimbos who devoured the trilogy from Ana’s POV demanded Christian’s POV. I read a few of the reviews. The main one is from a deluded gal who chastises the critical reviews. Some of her comments are priceless:
Do you realize how difficult it is for James to come up with stuff? She had to mirror Ana’s POV and dialogue otherwise we’d have a different story. She was so generous to gift us with all of this because many of us loved this couple so much and always will. Be grateful people.
I actually snorted when I read this. Good thing I wasn’t drinking at the time, or it would have sprayed the monitor. Do you realize how difficult it is for James to come up with stuff? — Seriously? LMAO — She had to mirror Ana’s POV and dialogue otherwise we’d have a different story.
This reviewer is clearly not a writer, or even that intelligent, if she thinks that any situation would be exactly the same from different points of view. Yes, the time line would need to be the same and the interactions would need to be consistent, but the conversations would not need to be exactly the same or even regurgitated. I doubt Christian would have paid as much attention to what Ana was saying, as he thought about locking her up and whipping her. No one hears the same thing, but of course James is going to go the easy route, even pasting all the emails. Seriously? The reader really needs to go through all those boring ass emails AGAIN? A good writer would have found a better way to do it. If you want to know how two identical stories can be original and new from differing POV’s, read the first 11 chapters of Twilight and then the uncompleted manuscript of Midnight Sun. Stephanie Meyer KNOWS how to do it, though I doubt EL James cares that she doesn’t due to her ridiculously stupid fanbase. She’s still making bank.
She was so generous to gift us with all of this because many of us loved this couple so much and always will. Be grateful people. — This is when I snorted. Generous? Grateful? EL James knows she has a cash cow from all you idiots, so she will keep churning out the same crap to get richer. Not because she’s generous, but because she’s lazy not to mention greedy.
For those of you who don’t want to read Twilight and Midnight Sun, I will give you a simple demonstration of a meal scene between Ana and Christian from their respective POV’s.
Ana’s POV:
“No, Christian, I don’t want to sign the contract until it’s been edited. Anal fisting and nipple clamps are hard limits.”
I felt my cheeks get hot as his gaze shifted from my face to the plate before me. Oh my, was he going to complain about how little I’d eaten? I swallowed the lump in my throat and bit my lower lip. It took a moment to realize he’d spoken, so I only caught the tail end of his question. I shook my head, fighting the sigh as I realized what he’d asked, something with which he seemed overly obsessed. Rolling my eyes in frustration, I responded. “No, I’m not very hungry.”
The sides of his mouth twitched as his jaw tightened. I wish I could read his mind, because his features were too well schooled to know what he was thinking. His softly spoken but delayed response was my only clue that some internal battle was going on inside him. Why couldn’t we have normal conversations, instead of harping on my appetite or whether or not we could fuck without involving whips and chains?
“You don’t ever seem very hungry.”
I could barely make out the words, but his tone was strange. Like he was about to snap and do something crazy, but his civilized side was keeping that in check. Stupidly I shrugged and bit my lip again. Realizing my error, I held my breath as his gaze darted to my mouth. Oh my, was he going to punish me for that later? I quickly looked down at the plate and stabbed a green bean with my fork, hurrying to take a bite. Maybe if I ate my vegetables as requested, he would be appeased.
Christian’s POV:
She is so beautiful and fragile, but wild and stubborn. I must tame her. Why can’t she see how much I need her? Her unwillingness to sign the contract was beyond frustrating. The constant editing took more and more of my control away, and that was unacceptable. How can I fully possess her, if she continues to make such ridiculous demands? Her mention of anal fisting and nipple clamps brought my attention fully back to the conversation. Hard limits? Damn it. I’ll show her hard limits. My dick twitched as blood rushed through it, hardening it slightly at the vivid image of her naked body writhing beneath mine.
Forcing my thoughts away from the red room, I stared at her untouched meal and sighed. “Are you going to let another meal go to waste, Anastasia? You should at least eat your vegetables.”
Her cheeks flushed as she followed my gaze to her plate. My jaw clenched as she bit her lower lip. She knows what that does to me, and my dick fully hardened beneath the table. I shifted in my seat and adjusted my legs in an attempt to give it more room in my slacks. Taking a deep breath, I attempted to calm the sudden need to grab her out of that chair and push her face first over the table.
Anastasia rolled her eyes as she again told me that she wasn’t hungry. Damn her, she doesn’t eat enough to feed a bird, and I hate skinny women. I also hated people rolling their eyes at me. Sucking air through my teeth, sheer force of will kept me calm.
“When are you ever very hungry?” I muttered softly, unsure if she could even hear me. I watched her narrow shoulders shrug as she bit her lip AGAIN! My breath caught as her eyes widened in fear before lowering her head to stare at her food. Grabbing a fork, she quickly speared something green and shoved it into her mouth. As my erection grew painful, I imagined something better to shove into her mouth.
There you have it, and I spared us all the ridiculous Inner Goddess. You’re welcome!
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