The author of this book is a friend of my friend's college roommate, who gave my friend a copy. This is a VERY strange nonfiction book. I'm not sure who the intended audience is. It is basically about this woman who talks about her sex life and the sex lives of all of her friends. It is VERY annoying in the beginning, when she talks about the F--K word for the entire prologue. Then, in the beginning chapters, she refers to her friends as "Emily's mom", or "Jack's mom". There are so many friends she refers to, that you feel totally lost in terms of character identification. I'm not sure why this author EVER had kids. She seems to have major regret about it, and often refers to her life as boring, and the kids seem like an afterthought. If I were her, I think I would burn all copies of this book before my kids read it as they get older. I almost feel as if the author wrote this book to try to justify her weirdness/regret for having kids/sex obsession. Whatever it is, it is not for me.