Joan Sewell candidly and courageously chronicles how she and husband Kip deal with their libido mismatch. Prompted by a glamor magazine article, she asked then-boyfriend Kip how much sex he would have if he could have as much as he wanted. His answer—5 or 6 times a week—is at odds with her once or twice a month. Joan has clearly read most of the sexperts' advice, as most of the short chapters refer to various approaches she tries, discards, and constructively critiques from a feminist perspective. Although her writing at times is funny and often insightful, I tire of Joan's issues towards the end. It's unclear how much effort she really has committed to the project, and seems a bit having-your-cake-and-eating-it-too; early on she led Kip to believe she was more interested in sex. I think the book would be more interesting if Kip wrote from his perspective as well.