This is an entertaining, undemanding read. I like the fact that she writes about sex and bodily parts without embarrassing euphemisms, and also that she is extremely frank (although doesn't ever seem to have bad sex with anyone). The author is fun and extremely confident; I was kind of falling for the "I'm so beautiful" stuff until I noticed her photo on the inside cover ... I don't mean to sound a bitch, but I was a bit disappointed - she's certainly no troll, but (if the pic is a good likeness), she wouldn't stand out in the street. She's also utterly convinced she's a great, comedic writer and again, she's certainly competent ... but lines like, "Take. Me. Home. Now" carry the strongest whiff of cheese. I'd describe her writing as lighthearted; it really isn't particularly funny and two thirds in, I was getting bored. She settles into a 'stable' relationship and does tons of self analysis which is entirely tedious. There are pages and pages about what her therapist said, and even more pages about how she won't settle for anything less than a wealthy man, in his late thirties, great in bed, generous, adoring, tall, athletic, self deprecating and with no ties or emotional baggage. In fact, she dumps PJ, who seems to fit the bill, because he ate her iced Hallowe'en biscuit - well, maybe there was more to it than that, but I was bored rigid and skimming for the next sexy bit. If the psychoanalysis stuff is intended to give writing that is marshmallow-light an air of weight and authority, then it fails. Call me shallow, but there's nothing wrong with sexy froth, and a person's emotional issues and quest for self are another matter - perhaps we can have these when she's matured a bit and has something worth saying?
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