Imagine This: You are in your late twenties. You
used to dream of a job in publishing. You wished to be a writer. But then your
mum’s ailment got you tied down to Dublin as you are the only daughter who
cares enough of her survival. Your other brothers don’t.
You have no
social life. You are pleased to be working in a bookshop that’s close to home.
You are used to a colleague telling you to hightail it and go get a life. But
who is she to judge when she’s a trust-fund kid with no sense of direction,
doesn’t have a mother who is in bad health, and would sell any dieting book to
anyone looking for Jamie Oliver’s latest?
You are just
pleased writing a blog. A blog about sex. A blog about your inexistent sex
life. A blog that has lots of viewership.
An email from
a super-hot guy in the publishing circles who’s been flirting with you since
twitter was founded appears in your inbox. His request? He’s thinking of making
your blog a book.
You are
thrilled. Over the moon. The closest to an orgasm you’ve ever had.
But wait! He
wants to meet. And might there be any book deal if he finds out you are not the
sexy, cocky girl you portray on your blog? You don’t want to risk that. And it
doesn’t help that he seems genuinely interested in you.
You must
learn how to suck cock. You must learn how to give a good hand job. You must
learn how to transform yourself into the sex goddess you’ve always claimed to
be online.
Then you
meet Luca. Far more experienced in this sex thing than any escort you ever
thought of hired.
Before you
know it, you are juggling between a fuck buddy who hates clingy girls and a
sorta boyfriend who can’t wait to see your prowess in bed. Thank God for the
existence of five-date rules!
Claire’s sensuous dilemma summed up
for your enjoyment.
MY REVIEW
Late in
September, I found out something. My love for Irish chick-lit. I have read
Marian Keyes’ Sushi for Beginners, and Cecilia Ahearn’s P.S I Love You, but
those are classics. And would you ever forgive me if I told you I am a total
book snob? But then I read Zoe Miller’s A Husband’s Confession and OMG, I had
to request more Irish chick-lit!
Clodagh
Murphy writes very sensational chick-lit, I found out. This book was released
last year and I am so ashamed to put across I’m now catching up on the fun.
I loved,
loved this book. So you know in my review, I’d be yelling at you to scout your
country’s bookstores and find out if there are still copies available! (If not,
go home defeated).
The
storyline is fabulous. It’s not fresh. But it’s amazing. Girl has no experience
in sex whatsoever. Her first orgasm was inexistent. She writes a sex blog which
has been noticed by a doting big-time publisher who wants to get into her pants
as much as get her book on the shelves. She meets a man-ho who agrees to give
her lessons in all she wants to know and so much more. And what’s more? Make
herself confident, and sexy, and sassy, and explore her sexuality. Beautiful! A
star to the storyline. ── ★
I loved the
heroine, Claire. She’s amazing. The kind of girl so shy she spends hours
chewing her lip. The kind of girl who’s only bold when she’s behind her
computer and online. The kind of girl who secretly hates being referred to as
sweet. The kind of girl who has dreams of becoming a writer she cannot yet
accomplish because she cannot fathom leaving her mother to die somewhere along
the line despite her brothers have managed to abandon her successfully.
Couldn’t you relate to her? Sometimes, it sucks to read books about girls who
aren’t confident. But Clodagh Murphy doesn’t portray this to irritating levels
that make the reader gets put off. You would adore Claire. A star to her. ── ★★
The other
characters also make reading this title entertaining. There’s Yvonne, the
trust-fund kid who would sell signed copies of Jane Austen novels to a husband
who wants to surprise his wife with books of her favourite author on their
anniversary. There’s also Espie, Claire’s mum who’s the bane of every nursing
home for throwing parties with booze for all the patients. There’s Mary, the
arthritis patient who butchers violin classics just because her joints are a
bit weak. There’s the nursing home’s director who has the annoying attitude of
using the ‘royal we’ and referring everybody’s mums as hers too. There’s Luca,
the sex god who would set your knickers on fire (and I don’t even own knickers,
so you can imagine!). There’s Mark, the charming publisher guy who’s doing his
best to get through Claire’s five-date rule before sex. Oh, yeah, almost
forgot, a super-fave, Catherine, the popular Lesbian mummy blogger who blogs
about toilet-training her first when she doesn’t exactly have any children of
her own. ── ★★★
The humour
in this title was excellent. You would guffaw. You would chuckle. Even during
the hot sex scenes, Clodagh Murphy tries to inject some amount of humour that
would make readers who are not so comfortable with sex scenes (not like me!) desist
from flipping the pages. ── ★★★★
My rating:
Four/Five stars.
Clodagh
Murphy’s 2014 hit, Some Girls Do, is available on amazon.
I recommend
this book to anyone who wants to get something to boost their sex life but
cannot get over the embarrassment of moving to the sexual literature section of
their bookstores. Anyone who wants a book with a heroine they could so relate
to. And anyone with writing dreams or owning a blog of any kind.
My work not
done here. Off to post my review on Goodreads.








