Anyways, the sex scenes really get you hooked for a good ¾ of the book. Compared to my previous reads (see: Book Lovers), there’s lots of focus on female pleasure. Daisy’s description of the shame connected with sex and female pleasure was also really refreshing to me. I wish it was developed further, but there’s lots about feeling like a bad feminist for enjoying masculinity, especially when it’s presented to her in a socially expected way (virility, taking charge – even if that means the lack of verbal consent). I wish she’d questioned that more, but then again she’s busy having an orgasm. She reflects on sex with her ex-fiancé, and these little unanswered moments of self-doubt make you wonder whether she’s going to reflect on these new sexual relationships similarly in the future. 

The last quarter’s where the disappointment sets in. The sex gets a bit repetitive. There is a small moment of hope where the book takes a turn and looks at the motivations of each character, but is ultimately resolved quickly and lazily. The truth is uncovered by a minor character much too easily, resolved within 20 pages, and all’s well that ends well. I guess for me it was just a bit empty and disappointing for a book with such an intriguing, fast-paced start. 

I leant the books to two people: Ambre and Julia. Julia didn’t make it past the first 50 pages, although I feel we have slightly different tastes in writing styles. I understand – it’s not written from a deep or beautiful or intellectual perspective. It’s simplistic, and from someone flawed, and self-indulgent in their insecurity.