An interesting memoir of a promiscuous girl.
Kerry Cohen goes into pretty explicit details of her "Loose Girl" days. She talks of her first kiss. Her first blow job, which is no big deal, and the time she lost her virginity. By the time she leaves for college she has slept with more boys than most girls do in their entire life time.
And not one of those boys did she love. Or even have a real relationship with.
The book is an interesting read. Only in the , you can't look away from a train wreck, sort of way. There is nothing spectacular about it, a few astute observations, like saying [my father relied on Nora to provide him with friends] .
But otherwise, nothing stands out. An okay book, but not the "memoir of the year" as the blurb in the letter from the publisher suggested.
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