I decided to read this book after being intrigued by the film starring Meg Ryan. I didnt want to see the film as these so-called 'erotic-thrillers' are always hugely rubbish when transferred to film. Some things are best left inside your head, in the realms of the imagination- and this book is definitely one of those instances.
The relationship Frannie develops with Mallory is like an unemotional, sexual car wreck - they dont seem to care about each other and are just driven headlong at each other by lust. This controlling nature that Mallory displays, whilst seemingly not ever attaching himself to anyone is compelling and really fuels the story.
Moore says all that women think about sex, sexual encounters, and power but that women never say out loud. Her style of writing and lack of chapters, obvious plot breaks and lack of detailed explanations for things leave the reader as heady, lost, and driven as Frannie. For the first time I really saw and understood a main characters flaws, motivations, and desires.
An excellent book - hell, I may even watch the film!