Friday, November 18, 2005

Book Review

My Grandma was telling me about this book that Auntie Tricia had sent her. 'Honestly Helen, it was nothing but sex.'
'Really?'
'Oh yes, it was about students and it was all just sex! I couldn't read it in the end...'
'Oh right.'
'Yes, there was this girl, well, she was a first year and she was a virgin. But then she fell in with this crowd who were second years. Well... She went to a party and met this man. He said "why don't you come back to my house for a drink?" Well, she didn't know any better. So he said "are you one of these virgins who doesn't know what it's all about?" Then he sat down on the settee, next to her. Oh! And he pulled down his pants! He got her hand, so she couldn't move it, and he put it on his... on his... his... doofer! Well...'

Some other reviews:

"The happiest, saddest, funniest, most perceptive truth about growing up since Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye."
(Over 21)

"Assured and successful…a complex story, with many ironies and surprises, but it is told with touching and unaffected simplicity…altogether a most satisfying and intelligent first novel, and something for the author to be proud of." (Financial Times)

"Warm and witty…family life most achingly bared."
(New Statesman)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Of course, the mistake your Grandma's made in her review there, is that she hasn't said what book it is. I mean, I'm no expert, I might be wrong, but I'm sure that's usually the done thing when reviewing a book.

HP said...

Oh, she did say what book it was. I think it was called The Book Your Auntie Tricia Gave Me, Not The One I'd Already Read - I've Given That One To Your Mother.

Ooh, would The Book I've Already Read be a nice name for a book?