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A Rage Within
Never before had she felt such desire--that scorched her from head to toe.
Three men made her three different women.
Three men made her three different women.
192 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1963
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March Hastings
80 books13 followersWriting in New York City in the 1950s and 60s, March Hastings, a pseudonym of Sally Singer, was one of the most prolific authors of the lesbian pulp era. She now lives in Florida.
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December 25, 2017
I would guess the author was told there needed to be five sex scenes and she could do whatever she wanted with the rest of the pages. So, to amuse herself, she wrote up a somewhat elaborate psychological profile of the main character. Kitty is sort of a nymphomaniac, sort of bored, dependent on others for her happiness, can't decide what she wants from one minute to the next.
The book is basically a trashy Harlequin Romance, without romance, some sex, and no story.
Dirk is a doctor Kitty eventually sleeps with. At first I was wondering if his detachment is an attempt to help Kitty. But it turns out he's maybe a sociopath.
This book makes little to no sense, rambles endlessly, ends abruptly, and no one will ever read it and come here looking for a review.
Near the end, Kitty scores a job looking after a handicapped man who can't get out of bed. I assumed she would eventually sleep with him too. Nope. I actually wondered if that was why she was hired. That doesn't play out at all, which is odd. With almost no effort, she gets the job, and immediately starts thinking of it as her salvation.Which is insane.
It's a weird book. I'd give it one star except it is oddly well written and somewhat interesting as a character study, even as nothing happens.
It abruptly ends on a ridiculous cliffhanger. Will her husband take her back? We will never know. It felt like that resolution was some kind of moral code requirement -- like they wouldn't let the book be published unless the slutty lady can possibly receive redemption.
The book is basically a trashy Harlequin Romance, without romance, some sex, and no story.
Dirk is a doctor Kitty eventually sleeps with. At first I was wondering if his detachment is an attempt to help Kitty. But it turns out he's maybe a sociopath.
This book makes little to no sense, rambles endlessly, ends abruptly, and no one will ever read it and come here looking for a review.
Near the end, Kitty scores a job looking after a handicapped man who can't get out of bed. I assumed she would eventually sleep with him too. Nope. I actually wondered if that was why she was hired. That doesn't play out at all, which is odd. With almost no effort, she gets the job, and immediately starts thinking of it as her salvation.Which is insane.
It's a weird book. I'd give it one star except it is oddly well written and somewhat interesting as a character study, even as nothing happens.
It abruptly ends on a ridiculous cliffhanger. Will her husband take her back? We will never know. It felt like that resolution was some kind of moral code requirement -- like they wouldn't let the book be published unless the slutty lady can possibly receive redemption.
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