I don't read trashy romance. I can't abide it. I cannot handle the whimsical pathetic loveydoveyness. They are never true to life and give most women the concept of "omg happy ever after" and "there is the perfect man out there".
In a nutshell - they are completely ridiculous.
After seeing a book that had been fairly well advertised, notes written that I had seen in all my local bookstores coming up cheap - I decided on a spur of the moment purchase while buying a book for my Fathers' birthday, to buy it.
I have learnt my lesson - I must check out what genre it is - well before purcase.
This book is about a woman (suprise, surprise) who finds out her husband is cheating with her best friend, who is a free loving, life filled woman (who you end up finding out is a sex therapist), (goodness does this spell trouble? *sigh* subtlety is beyond authors such as this), and woman goes to try and find herself.
Cue young man from the library group who she ends up teaching about sex. And Cue random hotel room group sex, that is sadly misplaced, ridiculous - and comes across like a pathetic attempt for the animalistic woman in us all to feel empowered, yet is weak, unrealistic, and completely unlike what a real experience like that would be like.
Seriously - the sex is god awful, the content dripping with femibullshit "I have the power" crap - I cannot believe this book has become the sleeper hit that it is.
I look at quotes from reviews like "intelligent and accomplished exploration of female sexuality and the social landscape it inhabits”, and "The blurb describes it as "an explosive novel of sex, secrecy and escape" - I find blurbs rarely live
up to their descriptions, but this one does." - and I want to vomit.
The characters have no depth - and it comes across like a pathetic launch through a woman's attempt to justify her previous affairs.
This book is the most atrocious novel I had ever read, I wish I could get that hour and a half back.
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