Brandy was a child of the sixties, a teen of the seventies, and finally a woman of the eighties, whose lust takes control as she embraces her demons, but through her tragedies she takes control of her life and finally becomes one with herself.
This may be one of (if not the most) amazing books I have ever read. Here is a passage:
"She took the herb out of her pocket and began to roll a joint. When she finished rolling the weed, Brandy became stone cold as the wind picked up, then became colder.
Brandy floated off the hill like a kite. She entered the warmth of the house and her bedroom. She turned, shut the door, and locked it behind her. Brandy started taking off her blouse and jeans, which she then let drop to the floor. Brandy lay on the bed and began slowly embracing her breasts and pinching her pink nipples. Her hands trailed slowly down her body as the sweat began to drain down her shapely flesh. Her fingers thrust into her vagina to satisfy her animal instinct. She though of how good it felt to fuck her insides. As she approached an orgasm, she heard a knock on the door. Charo asked Brandy if she would like to have some 'fuckin' popcorn.' Brandy told Charo to get the fuck away. Standing behind the door, Charo replied with an attitude, 'Well, Miss Piss, where did you go today?' Brandy bluntly told her that it was none of her damned business...
Brandy lifted herself out of the water slowly to let the water spill over her body... She slipped on her panties, because Brandy could not stand it if she did not have any underwear on, but she could go without a bra.
She went into her room, sat down at her dressing table, and began to comb her long hair. Brandy gazed at herself in the mirror and said good-night, then lifted her glass to toast the future fuck of Randy. Brandy climbed into her warm comfortable bed and though about how great it felt. She looked out the window beside her bed and noticed a star in the sky, which she had a 'fuck wish' on. Brandy closed her eyes and dreamed about downers and sex."