read by Louise Brealey
Such a good book. I couldn’t get over how good this book was
the whole time I was reading it—and that was after thoroughly enjoying How
to Build a Girl. I laughed out loud so many times, I had to think twice
about reading it in public. There was one, comparing a man’s parts to a
turnstile, that was so good that I had to call my partner and repeat it to him
and laugh all over again.
First off: no, you don’t have
to have read How to Build a Girl to
enjoy this book… but it would probably help. If you haven’t already, I
recommend it. It’s a terrific book in itself and I’ve already reviewed it on this blog.
Second: if swearing, casual drug use, excessive drinking,
and frank discussions of sex that don’t mince words aren’t your bag, this is
not the book for you.
Now that’s out of the way, let me tell you a bit more about
this fabulous book. It’s about Johanna Morrigan (AKA Dolly Wilde) again, but
now it’s 1994. She’s 19, living in London, and a successful writer. She’s still
desperately in love with John Kite, and he still doesn’t return her affections,
but never mind: she has a plan. She’s going to write him into being in love with her.
Along the way, she’ll have to somehow get her
marijuana-addled dad to move out of her flat, teach John to value his teen
girl fans, and—and this is the whopper—decide what to do about being very
publicly slut-shamed by the entire London music scene after a disastrous
encounter with a Famous.
This is How to Build a
Girl for the #metoo era. Tremendous fun. Read it!
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