I don't think I have ever read such a load of malarky in my life. The "author" seems to have written this book for the express purpose of bragging that he slept with the subject and using what he thinks are his "writing skills" to cram as many silly and mis-used adjectives into every sentence he writes. It reads like a 10th grader trying desperately to impress an English teacher. The book is full of quoted conversations that this courtesan had with any number of people- conversations he couldnt possibly know anything about, let alone quote verbatim. The book really doesnt tell this woman's story at all. It's just endless pages of rambling psycho-babble bedtime conversations he supposedly had with this woman. If I had to read how she reached for a cigarette with her slender manicured fingers while stretching out her long legs on the sofa and deeply sighing.....my God.