First, let me say if you have trepidations about a student-teacher romance, particularly one involving a high school student, put your mind at ease. The student is of legal age (19) and the teacher is only 22. Now, go read this book!!
So I’ve got this thing for cake batter. I know it has no nutritional value whatsoever. Whenever I’m baking a cake, I tell myself I’m going to leave just a little batter on the spoon to lick after I put the cake in the oven. Next thing I know I’m scraping the beaters and licking the bowl, my entire face covered with batter. Am I proud of this? No. What was my point? Oh yes. This isn’t an enlightening work of fiction. This isn’t an innocent little love story. This is no Pride and Prejudice. This is a graphically sexy, foul-mouthed, laugh-out-loud novel and I loved it.