In case you aren’t already aware – I suck at reviews. I’m not just talking about the fact that I don’t words reel gud and opt to use funny movin’ pitchers to get my point across, but I mean I S.U.C.K. at keeping up. Something I didn’t realize until a few weeks ago is that I also suck at requesting books from the library. A lot of you know that when it comes to libraries, the gods really smiled upon me. Not only do I have the oft mentioned “Most Beautiful Libraries In America” right down the street from my office, but also the holy grail of porn collections up in the ‘burbs. Now, these two library systems are separate from each other which means their websites don’t necessarily work the same either. I thought I was on the site requesting an E-copy of this book, but it turned out I was actually on the other website requesting a physical copy. Which led to my son reacting sort of like this when I made him go with me to pick up my stack of holds and he saw this title . . . .
I will be paying for years of therapy for that child due to my library antics alone. (Last time I attempted to check out a paper copy porno it didn’t scan and all the bells and whistles whooped alerting the librarians that I was attempting to shoplift and then the poor elderly woman manning the desk had to scream ”NUTS! NUTS DIDN’T CHECK OUT PROPERLY!” and then my poor child nearly died of humiliation.) So, to all the trolls and fellow Goodreads users who think I’m an idiot, there’s your confirmation.
Now, about the book. Basically if this . . . .
And this . . . .
Had a baby (and like a real baby, not a creepy 50-year old woman having a whoopsie pregnancy storyline), you might end up with something a little like Virgin.
This is the story of Ellie, a 21 year old college student who has reached a point of desperation when it comes to losing what she calls her “V Plates.” Sick of feeling like a social pariah due to her lack of experience in the sack, Ellie’s quest is to finally find someone - anyone to be her “devirginizer.” Hilarity ensues. From getting waxed for the first time . . . .
To turning an “outie” sort of uhhhhhhhh bedroom aid into an “innie” leading to A Christmas Story moment of STUCK STUCK STUUUUUUUUUCK . . . .
Virgin was filled with actual laugh out louds and, despite the title and my child's public humiliation, was about the most benign romance I've read so far this year. Like me and my reviews, this little book isn’t going to change the world . . . but there’s a chance it might make you giggle.