This is the story of how God's Callgirl evolved into God's Woman. After the international publication of her sensational memoir, former nun-turned-prostitute Carla van Raay settled back to a quiet life as a housekeeper. Celibate for twelve years, she was unprepared for the reappearance of a past love. Aaron had been her nineteen-year-old Dionysus when she was thirty-four, married, with a baby, a dark past, and some serious growing up to do. They reunite with a searing "He steps inside my house, pushing his big energy before him. It envelops me before his body reaches me for our first hug and my knees are already buckling, because that energy - the feeling of him - is exactly the same. And now I know that I have never forgotten him." Awakening God's Woman is a frank exploration of this sexual, emotional and spiritual connection. Told with the unswerving honesty that made Carla's first book, God's Callgirl, a bestseller, it charts the ecstasy, the agony, and the price of passion.
I read the prequel to this book, God's Callgirl, and thoroughly enjoyed it. However, it didn't take long to realize that this book was really just all about her sex life with Aaron, and I didn't persist with reading it. I'm not a prude, I just wasn't interested in reading so many pages revolving around their sex life.
I am only a quarter of the way through but can't continue.
I don't think I have ever been so turned off by a book.
For starters, Carla and Aaron's conversations are so mind numbing. They speak complete jibberish that makes no sense whatsoever. Many times I tried pulling apart some of their sentences to try and figure out what the hell they were going on about, without any success. Here's an example of something Aaron says to Carla: 'Miss me all you want when I go away, but realize it's yourself you're missing. There's no one else to miss. Call yourself back. Be with yourself. Then your Beloved will kiss you.'
What is that? If anyone can decode that and make me see sense please let me know. And it gets much worse than that. After many a love making session, and trust me, there are MANY, Aaron likes to become quite philosophical. It's actually pretty disturbing. What is also disturbing is when Carla talks about her bowel movements and masturbation. Did we really need to know that? I am so disturbed by it all that I am now closing this book up and packing it away. I don't even care to read the end to find out what happens. No book has ever done this to me before.
I read God’s Callgirl a few years back, and came across this in a second hand bookshop. It's certainly not going to be for everyone. As a memoir I found it brutally frank and honest, sometimes to the point of being disturbing, because I wondered what would make someone divulge so much about themselves and their sex life.
That said, God's Callgirl was in the same vein, and for anyone who knows Carla’s life and read God’s Callgirl, I found some of this quiet poignant and written well. I’m not yet fifty, and it’s comforting to know that women still have enjoyable sex lives in later age and Carla does provide some insight in how a woman of her age feels about it all. She's been celibrate for thirsteen years or so when the book starts and 65, when she begins and affair with a man fifteen years younger, who she had a brief fling with thirty years earlier. It's really just a continuation of her sexual journey, and the agony of love and passion.
This is by far the worst book I have ever read. I am about a quarter of the way through, and I will not be finishing it. It's boring, saccharine and ridiculous.