Picture yourself with your best friend, lounging in comfy clothes, indulging in delicious snacks, and a good way through your second bottle of Sandbank’s Baco Noir--who in no way endorses this book, it’s just a very nice Canadian wine.
Coffee table laden with fresh raspberries, grapes, olives, old cheddar, fresh sourdough bread from the Jamaican bakery around the corner, and some nice crackers with nuts and cranberries. Sex. The conversation always seems to drift to sex. Amid much laughter, gasps, and tears (and more wine), you reveal the stories surrounding every lover you’ve ever had--you remember them all, you just can’t remember all of their names. It was the eighties!
Paddy Gillard-Bentley doesn’t know why women end up with men. Women are so much more interesting. This, however, is exactly the feeling she wants people to have when reading this book. Paddy’s anecdotes about all her lovers are as entertaining as they are relatable. From unforgettable lovers to unexpected encounters (like delivering a baby in a friend’s bathtub), Paddy’s memoir invites readers to join her on a journey of self-discovery and connection, reminding us that sometimes the most memorable moments are found in the messiness of life and love. So grab a glass, settle in, and prepare to laugh.