I've been very vocal about my disgust with the first book and, thanks to some lovely people who have left comments, I have come to learn that the sequels are no better. But what about the movies? I hated the first and yet it could be that the movies are less offensive. Right?
Not according to this paragraph from the review of the most recent movie:
"But when a saga popular with pre-adolescent girls peaks romantically on a night that leaves the heroine to wake up covered with bruises in the shape of her husband's hands — and when that heroine then spends the morning explaining to her husband that she's incredibly happy even though he injured her, and that it's not his fault because she understands he couldn't help it in light of the depth of his passion — that's profoundly irresponsible." I not only am appalled that mothers are praising these books and encouraging their daughters to read them, I am truly disgusted that I know adult women who think highly of them and have even recommended them to me.
Thankfully, I had the sense to know how bad they were from reading the first one and everything I have learned about these books since then proves one thing: they don't get better, they only get worse and worse and still more worse.