Written in the first person, this book chronicles the love life of Eleanor and her sexual transformation from wallflower to goddess. With the help of her look-alike friend and alter ego, she breaks out of her self-imposed shell after her long-time boyfriend breaks up with her (he calls out another lover's name while making love to her, and blames her!)( Oh, yeah, these sleazeballs really do exist.) She fantasizes a lot about her secret crush, and yes, they finally do hook up for a happy ending. While the basic storyline shows promise, the style of writing was so boring that I ended up speed-reading the last 2/3 of the book.
From the back cover:
Eleanor Romano, researcher and art historian, is known for being thoughtful and cautious. She rarely takes risks, choosing instead to live vicariously though her best friend Nora's sexual exploits. It's difficult to be spontaneous when you're constantly fact-checking, always questioning yourself, adding in proper footnotes.
When Eleanor discovers an ancient Greek anuscript in the wreckage of an antique urn, she has no idea what doors it will open...starting with the door to L.A.'s exclusive club, The Pink Fedora, and leading to the office door of the famous and sexy, British translator, Anthony Ginsburg.
Eleanor Romano, researcher and art historian, is known for being thoughtful and cautious. She rarely takes risks, choosing instead to live vicariously though her best friend Nora's sexual exploits. It's difficult to be spontaneous when you're constantly fact-checking, always questioning yourself, adding in proper footnotes.
When Eleanor discovers an ancient Greek anuscript in the wreckage of an antique urn, she has no idea what doors it will open...starting with the door to L.A.'s exclusive club, The Pink Fedora, and leading to the office door of the famous and sexy, British translator, Anthony Ginsburg.
