Fifteen weeks ago, a new and unknown author discovered she had three books on the New York Times best seller list. I don’t know the details because I’m too busy to read all that’s been written about her; simply, she self-published ebooks and they just ‘took off’. I keep reading mixed reviews, but decided I don’t care if she’s a lousy writer, or if the books really are poorly written. She’s successful. And that says something. I wonder what she thinks of her celebrity? Is she excited? Do bad reviews still bother her? Or does she even bother to look anymore? When can you let that go and just enjoy writing?
I’m not interested in reading the trilogy because, well, I’m just not. It sounds sort of boring to me. Something about her books appeal to people, but is it simply the erotica? Smart !@#$%^&*, Trashy Books blogger Sarah Wendell wrote a wonderful piece in the Kirkus Review about erotica and the positive aspects of The 50 Shades of Gray Trilogy. Be sure to read it.
Is it just luck that the books are making such a splash? I’d admire her. She can justify writing because people read her work. What is the point of dreaming up a story if no one is going to read it?
Best wishes to E.L. James and may some of her phenomenal success come my way.