I thoroughly agree with other comments and I also skipped past the sex scenes as they were the dullest part of this (apparantely) fruity read.
The repetition was unbelievably present and I can only assume that E.L James's manuscripts were passed for print by a literary editor with the experience, intellect and job commitment as Ana Steele/Gray - I mean, could you spend THAT long at work emailing your husband and get any work done? No wonder she had to take her manuscripts on honeymoon. She's the most well-read person Christian Gray knows he says, but the only two books made reference to are Tess and "the complete works of Charles Dickens" - very vague...read any Dickens have you Ms E L James?
I don't know how Ana can walk/not have cystitis but her ability to shatter in a million pieces when that familiar tightening comes is uncanny, after she's drank him in of course, with inner goddess doing pirouettes, and quite frankly the fandango as the sub-conscious peers over the dog eared Jayne Eyre...oh bore off!!
I'll summarize this edition and cash and time can be saved by all...
sex, sex, sex....I love you, I love you...sex, sex, sex...don't leave me, I won't/don't leave me/I won't...sex, sex, sex with some lavish spending along the way in the pervy bodyguard continually going out and buying fresh knickers.
By half way I just wanted them to Charlie Tango right off - the lot of them. I'm now just left wanting those hours of my life back that I wasted on this utter rubbish!