Reading this book was like a little feminazi epiphany for me.

Sometimes you just need to be told that it's okay to enjoy sex, and it's okay to enjoy food.
Logically, we should know this already, but there are times when hearing it from an outside source just drives it home.

I really and truly think I am in love, and it's not often that the object of my affection is a mass of bound paper and ink.

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