'Fifty Shades of Grey' has led to many discussions about its content, and its relationship to the role of women. A recent blog entry, Fifty Shades...

Fifty Shades? No, thank you. I don't want to read a book in which an educated girl gets tied up and whipped. I want to hold on and go forward.

Fifty Shades of Grey is a bestseller not because of sex, but because it targets every woman's un-feminist secret dilemma: security or love?

I understand the appeal of Harry Potter. I appreciate the romance of Twilight and I even got hooked by the excitement surrounding The Hunger Games. But Fifty Shades of Grey is another animal entirely.

As a reading experience, Fifty Shades or Grey is a sad joke, puny of plot, padded with conversations that are repeated five or six times and email exchanges that are neither romantic nor witty.