The premise for this book is rather similar to John Cleland's classic "Memoirs of a woman of pleasure." But all promises aside, this book falls just a little flat.
In the product description and elsewhere, this book is heralded as being equivalent to Cleland's title. The scenes are, as expected, racey and sexy and to complete the saga "Madam Bliss" also has her own tragic lover, lost to her, whom she will regain, with him having metamorphsized into a marvellously rich man, when all it said and done.
I have to admit though that the book is a good read, with a decent plot and lots of sex as you would expect from a title like this, but I cannot help feeling that the plot development and the unexpected twists in many ways relegates the book to an almost corny conclusion that would have people who frequently read this genre either roll their eyes a little if not yawn. All in all, Cleland's title provides the model for this book yet in many ways, this book is not executed to the same standard. So, though a good read, it is not one of the best. Still enjoyable; but not essential.
