Lenaribka

My GR friends know that I'm a quote-junkie. And it is the first time I have to quote MYSELF. Save yourself your big applauses, I'm a shy person.

My star ratings are based solely on how much I enjoyed the book and I don't care if it is intellectual enough, real enough or ambitious enough for other people.

I have to remind myself that these directives in my profile, that I'd written myself long ago, must be observed. Because I don't really know how to review this book. The only thing I know - I really enjoyed reading it.
And I swallowed it almost in one sitting. The next step would be normally to recommend it to those GR friends who could UNDERSTAND graphic frankness, cheeky humor, mortifying vulnerability, poetic flights, and brutal honesty -it is out of the blurb. I think that I have to add the most important insignificance - YOU HAVE TO BE IN THE MOOD FOR THIS KIND OF BOOK.

And I was. I came across this book in the most suitable moment of my life. For both of us- for me and for the book.

Written in a self ironical manner and read as excerpts from a personal diary of an average(?!) single gay guy tomcatting through the nightlife of New York City. With all his worries or absence of any worries, all his ups and downs, daily triumphs and seeking for causal anonymous sex-or maybe he just doesn't want to admit to himself that all he wants just to love and be loved again?-with fucking as sport(?!),trying to find ways to integrate the pieces of his life into a coherent whole.
It is a gay fiction or non-fiction, that gives you an deep insight into the fascinating chaotic world of emotions, feeling and life of Edward Southgate. Because I am firmly convinced that it's an author-biographical book.



You want to stay for a while in a gay guy body and head, feel what he feels and read what he thinks?
You want to quote some interesting thoughts?
You want sex and funny? Then it is for you.

You want an easy read that makes you smile and leave you pensive after?
You have to read this book. It's witty, funny, ironical and philosophical.

When I wake up in the morning, I want to be a whole person.
I want to order up everything together.
Toasted.
With butter.

If I'll find this blog somewhere, I'd like to sign up!

And thank you for sharing so nakedly, Edward.