I am not a prude. Promise. I couldn't finish this book despite being intrigued by the crime side of the story in which the murders were wonderfully inventive.
I was put off by the extremely detailed description of the detective's hardcore bedroom activities, but also by his monologue during these encounters. He is constantly distracted by the women in his life and in his past, and therefore never seems to do anything of use. His relationship with these women are also slightly disturbing and every woman he encounters are dispatched into two categories: those he lusts after, and those he'd have if he can't find any better. The crimes take a backseat and the book becomes a catalogue of unlikely and no doubt uncomfortable antics.
Shame. It started so well!
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