An undercurrent, by definition, is the hidden movement of water beneath the surface; its tug and motion are only perceptible upon submersion. Fifty Shades is exactly like an undercurrent. You dive into the story thinking you know what to expect, only to find out once you’re in it that it’s something else completely. And Fifty Shades Freed is the riptide of currents. You’ll be swept away with a force that is impossible to escape, not that you’d want to escape. You’ll savor every moment, every word, and when it’s over you’ll want to pick it up and start again from the beginning. The only thing I’d like to caution readers about with the Fifty Shades Trilogy—it will literally ruin other books for you.