(from the back of the book)


Because the grandmother's wrath had not yet materialized, Chris and I had grown carless. We were not always modest in the bedroom. It was difficult to live, day in, day out, and always keep the intimate places of our bodies secret from the other sex.

And to be perfectly honest, none of us cared very much who saw what.

We should have cared.

We should have been more careful....

I read this book a long time ago, but I remember really enjoying it.

Received from Arwen-Galadriel at the BC Meetup tonite. Thanks! I got a bit of teasing for actually requesting such trashy 70s pulp, but this is my first one - I swear! Unless "Are you there, God? It's me, Margaret." counts...

Golly-lally-day! What a piece of crap! I read the introduction and first chapter word for word, laughed out loud a few times then just skipped around to all the naughty parts. Those poor flowers in the attic lost four years of their lives. Thankfully, I only lost four hours. And now I must go to a place of liquid sunshine, far far away from this book.

RELEASE NOTES:

on the bookshelf to the right of the entrance. I exchanged it for another book that I will soon register.