I abandoned this book a third of the way through. I have no idea if I'm unique when it comes to this subject but I just cannot relate to the author here. She writes a boring "hip" book to her foray into pornography and thinks she's so "edgy". I also found her constant quips about being fat (and making wise cracks at other women) insulting and displaying everything I hate about the chick-lit genre. It would be better as a magazine article in some woman's magazine then a full fledged book.
From my booklog: This is one of those books where I can't tell if it's a true story or not. It's funny and entertaining (and has a lot of good info on porn and the sex industry along the way), but it's also got a lot of the standard, predictable chick-lit stuff that annoys me. So, I'm glad I read it, and I enjoyed it, but I did a nonzero amount of eyerolling along the way.
Super well written. Like reading a non-fiction (ish?) version of Sex in the City. A little too predictable and sitcomesque to be completely true to life, I think. But fun none-the-less. I'm envious of the author's lifestyle. Trust fund, perhaps?
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