I won't spoil it for you by revealing what happens in the end. Suffice to say, it's a real surprise. It was to me at least. I could not agree with the author, however, that the subject is a taboo one. Not in these enlightened times, surely. Only the other day my wife, whose name escapes me for the moment, was telling me how she was standing up against the washing machine, the vibrations began to get to her,and she felt compelled - driven even - to finish the process started by the appliance. She says the level of ecstasy to which she brought herself was absolutely worth the lifetime ban from the launderette.
The joy of this book however is not just that it gives the entire topic a good airing, as it were, but also acts as a beginner's guide. Let me just quote to you the opening words of chapter one, The Anatomy of Orgasm; "Fiddle, twiddle, tug, and rub," who I thought were characters from a CBeebies show. It continues, "Flick, circle, tap, and tease," who I thou..no, hang on, I've done that one.. So, all the bases covered there, I should have said, which makes you wonder how the author manages to string it out for another 70,000 words. But then I suppose when you are used to circling round the main point, if you know what I'm saying, the process would be quite familiar. Still, it's a rattling good read, and well done Jamye Waxman (crazy name, crazy gal) for delivering the manuscript bang on time when I expect you had to break off several times during the writing.