Confession time - I remember my mother refusing to let me check this book out at the library when I was in fifth or sixth grade. I heard later that there was a ton of sex in the book. This tickled the back of my mind, so when it was time to dig up a chocolate martini book, I instantly thought of this one.
Forty pages in and I'm annoyed. It's almost like reading Tolkien... the names, the genealogy. Where's the hot lovin'?
Back to the high brow material...