This was a fantastic, tasteful yet straightforwardly honest read about female desire that is unusual in its structure, composed as it is of a series of riffs, snippets of near poetic condensation and often beauty, and more essay-like argument.
I’m including a link here to the review in The Economist, which put me on to the book, but doesn’t really go very far in telling what’s to be found between the covers. Perhaps that is because of some of the explicit nature of some of the writing: a smart, sensitive woman talking about what it is like to have sex, to want to have sex.
I’m also including a link to an interview with the author here.
The book was published first in the U.K., and is due out before long in the U.S.