Happy Christmas in July! Ok, so I’ll preface this review with the fact that there are so, so many tasteless jokes I could make about this book, but I will refrain, as to not offend anyone. I’ve now clocked in time reading about sexual experiences with raptors, a homosexual bigfoot, Krampus, lizard warriors, and God knows what else at this point. Now maybe it’s because I am a self-taught baker, and I know the feeling of creating something beautiful in the kitchen. But I can honestly say that I’ve never fantasized about being intimate with any of my desserts. Sure, now that my mind has been polluted with this story, the thought may be there now. Especially with the desserts that have sexual sounding names like pound cake, spotted dick, cream pies, etc. So spoiler alert, a woman, Kara, is lonely, works late in a bakery, makes a gingerbread man that is anatomically correct, and he proceeds to come alive and let her sample a particularly special recipe. Cause he’s a gingerbread man. You get it. So as he somewhat forcibly copulates with Kara, even showing her some new ways to use a rolling pin, I felt my sweet tooth actually try to smother itself to avoid being near the insanity on these pages. Oh and the gingerbread man also has a quirk where he says things three times in rapid fire fashion, and, at times, even rhymes with his vulgar dialogue. The writing isn’t bad and I gave a lot of points for creativity, but the plot is so nonsensical, the sex is very ok, and there is no sign of any character development, or even any semblance of an actual story. It’s just a gingerbread man and a lonely lady making hanky panky in a kitchen. So thank you Fannie Tucker for ruining Christmas, except for the filthiest and most perverted bakers like myself.