I thought this book would be a funny, exciting and entertaining read, but to be honest it was really boring in my opinion. When I had about 75 pages to go, I still wasn't happy with the book so I just gave up. Someone else might like it, but not for me. It is basically about a girl in London who is a prostitute who jots a diary of her every day life.
I just finished this book and had to rush to the computer to write a review! I loved it! The diary format was very easy to read and very fun to follow. Instead of droning on she often picked up one really good topic to expand upon. Reading went by very quickly - too quickly. I found myself reading aloud to my husband and anyone that would listen just so that they didn't question what I was laughing at all the time. Belle has a way with words and a mind like a steel trap. She is quick with the quips and an intellectual genius in human interactions. I could read anything she wrote and learn something. Even her profession became less of the stereotypical end of the line and more of a technical field, obviously much in demand despite how often we choose to ignore it. The ironic thing is that I picked this jewel up on my last trip to Amsterdam and now wouldn't mind becoming much more proficient in some of the areas Belle is a pro at. I'm sure my husband wouldn't mind either... I highly recommend this book. It's deliciously saucy and full of candor! I just found my new best friend!
Good girls don't, Bad girls do, and the best girls do it for the money.
Be warned: This is no tart-with-a-heart, Pretty Woman-style, faux boundary-baiting, tailored for the Middle American. Belle stares challengingly at the reader and never blinks first. Sometimes filthy, often lyrical, always uncompromising and intelligent.
That rare and wonderful thing: a fearless and witty revelation of one woman's sexuality.
It's not unusual in the literary world for women to sleep with sleazy, middle-aged men in order to get a b ook deal. But Belle is the only one I know who got paid for it.
Pretentious, self-centered, and soul-less sums up this one.
Based on a blog written for Salon.com, it's a pseudo-autobiography by Dr. Brooke Magnanti, a child research scientist who reportedly supported herself through college by prostituting.
Written in diary form with headings in French and additional personal anecdotes from A to Z, Magnanti took the nomme de plume of Belle de Jour, a 1967 French film starring Catherine Deneuve, which may explain the chapter headings but doesn't explain why a born and raised Brit would incorporate a foreign persona into the authorship of this book. Nowhere does it mention anything whatsoever of a French experience, save taking a language course once in school.
Having watched a few episodes of the HBO series 'Diary of a Call Girl' I assumed the book would be funny, insightful, and entertaining (considering the subject matter), but found it difficult to read. Belle's heartless treatment of associates (whom she calls A1, A2, N, the Boy, etc.) and in-depth graphic depictions of sexual experiences left me cold.
Summing up, for once the TV series rates higher in my view than the book.
Originally published as an anonymous blog, Belle de Jour: Diary of an Unlikely Call Girl chronicles approximately six months in the life of a £300 per hour escort in London. It centers on her social life, with her working life mentioned in passing (but with lots of detail). The action centers around a coterie of exes referred to as N and A1-4, and her attempts at finding love with various aptly nicknamed prospects. Billed as a college grad without any promising job prospects who turns to her non-mainstream sexual interests to make a living and support her addiction to lingerie, this bio is not far from the truth: in 2009 Belle revealed herself to be Dr Brooke Magnanti, a biostatistician who worked as a prostitute for 14 months after submitting her PhD thesis. The writing was an engaging look at one woman's sexuality, although it started to falter at the end.