If there's any misconception about what this book is about - well, to put it plainly, it's about sex. A lot of sex. Front door, back door, mouth door, sex toys, sexy outfits - sex, sex, sex. Peppered with relationships and seasoned to taste.
Having seen every episode of Sex and the City (too many times), I didn't think there'd be much in here that could shock me. I haven't read 50 Shades of Grey (out of principle - the principle not being that I'm a prude, more that I'm sure the hype and marketing around it was probably better than the sensationalised book itself) so I won't pretend to make a comparison there. However, if you have read 50 Shades, maybe this will be up your alley.
To be honest, it's a little more full on than SATC, however, the striking similarities of some of the scenes in Sleeping Around to episodes of SATC had me a tiny bit cynical about the claimed factual nature of some of the writer's escapades, however, maybe it's just coincidence.
Sleeping Around is about the escapades of the author Catherine Townsend; an American freelance journo who bags a gig as a sex columnist in London. The storyline is relatable to any woman fond of the idea of living in another country and also fond of sex. (What? Who isn't? We're not still pretending women don't like sex are we? Avert any judging eyes elsewhere.)
There are some flash backs in their to the writer's early sexual and life experiences and while this does provide context and background to the present day story, at times it felt like she added it in just to pad out the story.
It's an easy read, even for a slow reader like me, I knocked it over in about a week. And if you're into it, it may even put a little wind in your sails.
Rating: 3.5 Manolo Blahnik strappy sandals
Drink accompaniment: A Cosmopolitan (too cliche?) or a pint of room temperature English lager.