This could have been an excellent book and for a while it was. The story of Rose Chan is touching and sad and told with a great deal of humour and colloquial 'Manglish' (Malaysian-English), with a series of flashbacks and flashforwards and scenes rendered almost as theatre script. It does tend to repeat itself at times, and more than once Rajendra uses his authorial authority as a soapbox to rail against religious authorities and the spread of Wahhabism in Malaysia in a manner most direct. The grand finale is a full on x-rated floor show that spares the reader no details - at one stage a magnifying glass is even used to inspect a young lady's most intimate details and there is a whole appendix section dedicated to traditional methods to increase endurance and pleasure that this reader found quite unnecessary. That said, the story of Rose Chan's life is worth telling and for the most part is well told, and I appreciated that where it lapses into Malay or Hokkien there are accompanying translations, which is not always the case with Malaysian writers. If you are not an amateur of smut, avoid the last chapter and appendices and you will not squirm or suffer too much.