I was intrigued by the idea of a humorous absurdist erotica novel (what it seems to be from the reviews). I wouldn't say that I was disappointed or that it's a 'bad' book - it's just not written for me.

It's clear from the beginning (and really from life itself) that men and women think about sex differently. In this novel, though, you don't have a regular man - you've got a sex addict. His way of thinking is so radically male and so radically different from mine that I just couldn't get into the book. I was numbed by the language so much that I found myself skipping paragraphs, then pages, and finally just giving up about a third of the way in. I'd rather have read the book from his partner's point of view than his.