This is up there with one of the worst books I have ever read. Later on I found out that it was actually Twilight fan fiction, minus vampires. Christian Grey is the perfect man with no personality, is a billionaire, a concert pianist, can make women climax by breathing on them and falls for the plain Jane but has daddy issues. And is into BDSM. Apart from ideas about what next to buy at Peaches and Cream, this book has no other entertainment value. Don't buy into the hype.