Suzanne Schlosberg's friends dubbed her the Cal Ripken of celibacy. Given the common belief among single women that all the good men are either married or gay, Suzanne's predicament is hardly extraordinary, but what she does to end the streak makes for a hilarious tale.
Suzanne hits bottom when her younger sister gets engaged, leaving her less than a year to find a date for the wedding. She shifts into overdrive, experimenting with Internet dating, speed dating, and other bizarre 21st century match-making rituals. But after enduring every indignity of singlehood, she ultimately learns to ask Does she really need a man to find happiness?
Suzanne Schlosberg is a top health, nutrition, and parenting writer. A former senior editor of Shape magazine, she is the author or coauthor of ten books, including Fitness for Dummies, The Ultimate Diet Log, and The Essential Breastfeeding Log. Her articles have appeared in Health, Ladies' Home Journal, Parents, and Parenting, among others. She resides in Bend, Oregon."
I picked this book up at a book fair, and was attracted by the cover, which is a cartoon-like picture of a naked lady under a sheet and a cat nearby. Browsing through the other editions of this book, it's a good thing. I wouldn't have picked up any other editions.
I went into this book, expecting to find humor about being single. I found that in a way, especially with all the predates Suzanne talks about. But she also goes into all the other details about her life. She does have a point that society puts way too much emphasis on having a relationship and having sex. I did think that she put a lot of effort in dating and finding dates/love online. But good for her that she knew what she wanted in a guy.
Personally, this book made me feel blessed that my parents do not make a big deal about the fact that I'm single. My grandfather has made the remark: 'when will you get married? When will you find a guy?' And I shut him up by saying that I need to find a good guy and not the first one that comes around, don't I? But I have found that some people my age (aka some 'friends') think it's weird when you're single, like they are expecting you to settle. Like you're not whole when you're single... I'd rather be happy alone than miserable in a relationship.
So overall, a nice read, when you're looking for something easy to read.
PS: this book was left by this Book Fairy on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh. If you have found this copy, please get in touch. I'd like to know your opinion. Please also pass it on to the next person to find and read this book.
Even though the book was indeed relatable and quite funny sometimes, the storyline in general wasn‘t interesting at all. It‘s solely about the storyteller’s personal (non sexual) encounters with different guys. Personally, I was missing something like a quintessence.
I thought it was funny - laughed out loud - which does a lot for my ratings. She writes well and I like her style of writing. I’d like to read other books by her, although maybe not the “Flat abs by July” genre. I’ve been the older, unmarried sister and it’s no fun. On the other hand, the author has quite a privileged life, which is why it’s difficult to feel too sorry for her.
Suzanne Schlosberg's memoir is premised on the fact that for 1000+ days in her early 30s she went without having sex. In her 20s, Schlosberg, a freelance writer for a fitness magazine who is herself obsessed with working out, dated regularly. She then found herself in a long-term relationship with a cop who never wanted to get married. Tired of settling for "good enough," Schlosberg breaks free in search of herself, and of the perfect match. As the years tick by, the pressure from Schlosberg's family to get married increases. And when her younger sister gets engaged, things really start heating up. But, it isn't until half-way through the book that the 1,000 days actually begins - and it isn't until a good deal into the streak that Schlosberg even realizes that the streak is happening. For this reason, I felt like focusing the book on the 1,000 days was just an unnecessary attempt to shock the reader. Yes, the 1,000 days are a part of Schlosberg's story - but really her story is about being a single woman in a world that expects so much. Schlosberg excels in her career, she is passionate about sports and open to trying new things, she has an incredible stint with volunteer work, she moves to new cities where she knows no one - all while trying to conform to the expectations of being the kind of girl who settles down as a wife with kids regardless of whether the guy she's with is a true partner. I felt like there was just so much more to Schlosberg's experiences, and because her writing is humorous and insightful, I think this book could have been so much more of a manifesto for the life of a professional single woman, who also wants some of that traditional fairy tale. I thought it debased her experiences to focus so much on her sex life. But, perhaps at the end of the day, that's what sells books. I just wish she had been interested in selling something a little more substantial.
Picked up at a Goodwill because the title amused me and for 99 cents it was hard to go wrong. :) The book was pretty amusing, too, though I couldn't relate to the author's concern over not engaging in sex. Not having a relationship or someone to share love, either physical, emotional or both (in the best of worlds) would be much more distressing. As it is, I know many folks who make her 1001 days look like a walk in the park, without making their "stretch" be the focus of life. But Schlosberg is entertaining and it was edifying to learn more about match.com.
A really fun book, and a great gift for any single gal-pals...although you might run the risk of offending. It made me laugh out loud many times, and Schlosberg has a natural, easygoing writing style that makes the pages fly by. (While it's a good read for singletons, anyone will enjoy this.)
"Hey, someone's written a book about me", was my immediate smart arsed reaction to seeing "1001 Nights Without Sex" for the first time, putting aside the subtitle "The Curse of the Single Girl" for the sake of the joke. In truth, however, I couldn't see the appeal in admitting to anyone that you'd not had sex in something approaching three years, much less to the world in general. Even now, having read the book, I still can't see why anyone would advertise to the world that they've not had sex for more than a thousand days.
After initial thoughts like these, you're possibly wondering why I ever read the book in the first place. The answer to that is little more than a morbid curiosity. Exactly the same kind of thing that makes people slow down to look as they pass car accidents. I was a little worried it was going to turn into a version of "Bridget Jones's Diary" ("1st December 2003. 897 days without sex. Not v.g.") or something akin to Aragorn's entries in the spoof secret diaries of Lord of the Rings characters that were all the rage on the internet a few years ago when the films were being released. ("Day 501. Still not shagged")
However, to offset these concerns was the slightly smug feeling you can get in knowing that, although it may have been a while, I'm nowhere near having gone 1000 days without sex. No, I'm not going to admit to how many it's been, but it's not that many. Not that I've actually bothered counting exactly how many it is anyway. It's always a good feeling to know that, however bad things get, there's someone worse off than you.
This time around, Suzanne Schlosberg is that someone. She's got a problem. In fact she's got a couple of problems. She's stuck in Provideniya, in Arctic Russia, seven days into a two day trip and unable to leave thanks to the airport being fogged in. Secondly, despite having a fairly decent job, a close knit family, a decent job and income and being physically fit and totally available, she's not had sex in more than a thousand days. She's sure she's not physically deformed, emotionally crippled or lacking in any other important way that may prevent her from attracting a sexual partner. She just seems to have managed to go nearly three years in her early to mid thirties without having sex.
Suzanne takes us through her previous boyfriends before launching into the major story - that of life between sexual encounters. She talks about the things she was doing to try and attract a sexual partner, the places she looked and the places she went to in her hunt. No important aspect of her life is missed, from her work to moving house to family gatherings, in case all or any of them might be related to her inability to find a sexual partner.
Whilst this wide ranging view does provide for a more interesting read than a detailed discussion of nothing more than her attempts to find a partner would do, I couldn't help but feel a little cheated by the title. Little more than half the page count involved the 1001 nights in question, with the rest covered by her life before what she calls "The Streak" had even started. Even was mostly about her celibate period, time and words are wasted on the mundane - things like moving house going to the gym. If it's a part of her life, it deserves to be included, I suppose, but it's not what the title would lead you to believe the story would include.
The other and perhaps more misleading aspect is the blurb on the cover. You should never judge a book by its cover and that has rarely been truer than here. On its own cover, "1001 Nights" promises "hilarious detail", "a funny account" and even claims to be in the "Biography/Humour" genre. Sadly, the last and, sadly most accurate of these is only half true, as there's very little to laugh at. Some of the situations Suzanne puts herself in are pretty silly and virtually all are unique in my experience, but they're usually more ridiculous than genuinely funny. There's the odd amusing comment, admittedly, but nothing that had me laughing aloud.
The biggest problem with this book, however, is one of identification. Unlike with "Bridget Jones", where you can spot aspects of her character or life in any number of people you know, I couldn't find anything that looked or felt familiar in Suzanne Schlosberg, apart from there being a slight similarity in age. She's a professional freelance writer with the time and the disposable income to live a fairly free spirited existence and with a pretty close extended family. I've got little time, little money, and a small and distant family. There is nothing of myself in Suzanne Schlosberg, and there's nothing of anyone I know in her either. It made it difficult to get involved in her tale and extremely difficult to care whether or not her Streak ever ends.
On the plus side, her career does show. It's engagingly written, and honest but not to the point of being a warts and all insight into her life. There's just the right amount of personal detail that you remember she's writing about herself, but not so much that you feel like an interloper. It's a well paced read, with the pages quickly turning and her days quickly passing but without ever being terribly engaging or compelling.
For the most part, this is the lightest of light reading. It's the book equivalent of reality TV, in that your brain and emotions are never required but the little enjoyment that is to be gained is not affected by engaging neither. It's perfect for those times when your only other option is to stare meaninglessly out of a window or fall asleep, such as on a train journey or something similar. If you're a fan of chick-lit, there are plenty of better books you could read than this one. If you're not a fan of chick-lit, you wouldn't be interested in this and that would be a wise move. Only buy it if you have a lot of travelling to do and nothing more engaging than The Sun to read or if you particularly enjoy feeling smug at the misfortunes of people whose life is worse than your own.
I'm grateful I only borrowed the book and paid nothing for it. I'd recommend that no-one else pays for something like this either and that "nothing" is roughly the price it deserves.
Perhaps not the best book to read when you're traveling solo in a country where you don't speak the language and you're in your 40 somethings with something of a streak going yourself.
I found the author entitled and negative, her humor old after a while. I enjoyed her antics and could maybe somewhat relate to her predicament. I envied her financial freedom and wondered if her family helped support her...I can't imagine her "get abs by July" writing gig afforded her the lifestyle she just seemed to take for granted.
Ultimately, this read made me feel badly about my own situation, when I previously hadn't. I'm trying to not let it get to me, but am super raw right now. Hoping after I get to a cooler climate and am able to connect with some other humans who speak English I'll have a better take on my personal life and maybe a higher review of this book.
I think this woman jumped into my brain and stole my thoughts AND my book idea! My favorite lines from this book so far: "Don't get the wrong idea: I am not all that virtuous. I'm certainly not saving myself for Mr. Right. I'd be perfectly amenable to taking Mr. Remote Possibility for a test drive"
"Still, as I stand by and watch almost everyone I know get paired off, I do wonder what's going on. Is this bad luck? Is it fate? Is this predicament of my own making? I've never believed there is just one perfect match out there for me-there are probably dozens, if not hundreds. But why do they all seem to be in a witness protection program?"
"During my epic dry spell, I've been out with so many guys that I have developed a system of dating strategies complex enough to warrant doctoral study. I have vowed to broaden my search, to try harder. I've vowed not to try at all and just "let it happen." I've tried to appear more available and less assertive. I've tried to appear less available and more assertive. I've done just about everything but lower my standards or give up completely, because the truth is, I still have hope. Greater miracles have occurred. Remember the South American rugby players who survived a plane crash in the Andes in the dead of winter? If they could live for ten weeks on toothpaste and the flesh of their deceased teammates and still manage to walk out of the mountains alive, surely I can navigate my way out of singlehood, no?"
Harmloser 'Frauenbericht' über mehr als 1000 Tage ohne Sex - gewissermaßen unfreiwilligerweise. Das ganze wird als realer Erfahrungsbericht der Autorin präsentiert. Inwieweit das stimmt weiß ich nicht. Dass man trotz zahlloser Dates nie jemanden kennenlernt, mit dem man zumindest auf ein 2. Date gehen möchte, kann ich gut nachvollziehen. Dass die Protagonistin spontanerweise an irgendeinen Ort in die USA zieht weil sie einfach mal Luftveränderung will nicht so ganz - so spontan wäre ich wohl nie bzw. würde ich das auch gar nicht wollen. Der dt. Titel ist absolut irreführend, denn bei Suzanne hat sehr wohl jeder gemerkt, dass sie Single ist - weshalb sie auch zahllose gute Tipps erhalten und Blind Dates vermittelt bekommen hat sowohl von Freundinnen als auch (weibl.) Familienmitgliedern.
Suzanne Schlosberg never comes right out and says why she went over 1,000 days without sex. Was it because she was too picky? Was it because she just didn't miss sex enough to seek it out? The reader is left to wonder about this and other issues that Schlosberg raises and then never adequately addresses in this memoir.
After I finished the book, I started thinking that she kept the Streak alive just to see how long she could keep it going. And who is actually proud of something like the 1,000+ days long Streak, anyway?
This memoir is good enough that I wasn't bored reading it, but I wish it had a little more substance.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Well, I picked this very very quickly as I am terrible at choosing. Quick explanation - had got no books when at the library due to being overwhelmed. The person I was with, basically, bored and told me we were going NOW. So I cry: what shall I get? She suggested I take something from the 'recently returned' shelf, as other people had obviously enjoyed them.
Hahahaha. This was as terrible as it sounds. Absolutely ridiculous. Uninteresting, solipsistic, and I really didn't even like Suzanne Schlosberg. Not really anything going for it. Never mind. You win some, you lose some. Just wish I hadn't wasted the time.
I originally picked this up because I had my own streak going on. I think I read this in May...but whenever I read it, I added it up and discovered that mine was well over 500 days. In retrospect, I wish I had skipped the math--it only added to the depression. While I think that overall, I enjoyed it; it didn't really address the questions I had. For instance--why exactly did Schlosberg go well over 1,000 nights without sex? Also, I was hoping for some tips for coping, which I didn't really find. Sometimes it felt disjointed, but not too bad overall.
What self-indulgent tripe. I've never bothered to read memoirs about fitness obsessed women whose major tragedy in life has been the lack of a sex partner. And now I know why. Seriously, could she have said "stairmaster" any more? Also, her carbon footprint is equivalent to a whole country's, the way she casually drives or flies thousands of miles to escape from her rough life. Here's something I learned without flying anywhere: no matter where you go, your personal/mental issues go with you. Got this off paperbackswap, and back it goes.
A MUST-READ if you are single. Her wit is unbelievable and the honest truth is that her tenure as a single ended up with a wonderful husband right after the book got completed. I recently went on her website and she had twins, which she openly discusses were IVF babies. Her website will give you a taste of her humor and absolute independence. She lives in Bend, Oregon. :) http://www.suzanneschlosberg.com
The good thing about this book is that it's FUNNY. I don't think going 1000 days without sex is anything impressive but her writing style and her ability to up and move places on a whim is interesting. I laughed out loud when I read the book - sometimes because I knew exactly what she meant and sometimes because she's just hilarious. I'd recommend to anyone who feels like they are perfect in every way but the traditional "you must settle down and have a family" way.
I rarely read chick lit and its also not often that a random stranger asks me what Im reading when on public transportation... but of course the other day Im on the plane reading this when some young guy sitting next to me asks me what Im reading and this is the title I have to show him.. yes, super embarrassing..
I read it in one sitting...that does not happen often. I really enjoyed it! I'm thinking of all my single friends and think they will love it as well.
Full of humor, self-deprecation, honesty, family dynamics and struggles. I can relate to a lot of Suzanne's story, and I really appreciate her telling it.
lotta laugh out loud parts but also a lotta frustration at the actions of the author who often says/does really stupid things. I guess that's what makes it interesting though, so I'd recommend this one.
I read this book over 10 years ago, back when I was single. So much of what the author was feeling and doing rang so true. It was sad, funny, encouraging, and exactly what I (and many of my friends) were going through.