While I applaud E.L. James making bank and for finally breaking away from the 50 Shades world, this was rough.

I read all three 50 Shades books and liked them okay. This, I could barely made it through. The Mister is very long, over 500 pages, and it is just...boring? I didn't care about the characters, I didn't believe their chemistry, and frankly I skimmed through most of it. The sex scenes were few and far between, super tame, and choppy.

Also, there is so much going on, but nothing that really matters to the overall story. She's a synesthete, a piano prodigy. Okay, why besides having it be a character trait that helps win over the hero? He's a playboy, a philanderer, a sex fiend, a pianist, a composer, a flippin' DJ (gross), and now he has to run his family's estate after his brother's death.

There were some ominous statements made at the end that make me think James will do a sequel, so who knows.