I don’t care if you call yourself the “Casanova of Cunnilingus”–read it, aloud, together, in bed. You will learn something new (How many parts of the clitoris are there? I didn’t think so, but then I didn’t know until I read the book and no, I’m not telling). And lucky for you two, you’re in an ideal location to display your knowledge. You’re welcome.
Don’t know much about poetry, but I’ve come to love several poets: Shakespeare (obviously), Wordsworth, Keats, all those Romantics, Anne Sexton, Seamus Heaney, and e.e. cummings, whose work you see above and can enjoy in this fine collection of his erotic poetry and illustrations. Remember, poetry is meant to be read aloud. I miss having someone read to me. If you’ve yet to do so with your partner, I can’t think of a better book to share (along with the others listed here, of course).
This book has me laughing out loud and recommending it to all my female friends. To know I’m not treading the treacherous waters of 21st century dating alone–sweet relief. Women, men, gay, straight, single, dating, engaged (don’t do it!), married (you did it)–everyone can relate to these hilariously embarrassing, disastrous, touching stories.
Let’s Pretend This Never Happened: A Mostly True Memoir by Jenny Lawson
My desire to read this book came from learning Lawson lives with mental illness and Rheumatoid Arthritis, too. As I started reading it–and throwing my head back in laughter–I realized she also uses humor to survive. I remember the excruciating pain after my knee replacement surgery, pain that made me double over each time I got out of bed, walked, performed PT, sat on the toilet, got off the toilet. And yet one of my favorite nursing “techs” told me how funny I was, that I always got her laughing.
I flirted with the two cute assisting surgeons before being wheeled into the operating room (everyone involved with my surgery or recovery stopped by for a chat); little did I know that out of the dozen people in the OR, several of them women, these guys were in charge of spreading my legs to insert a catheter into my urethra. So not awkward. I’m petite and still it took two epidurals to knock me out, but not before saying, “I don’t even get dinner first?”
Jenny Lawson and her book came into my life just when I needed them most. I recommended it to all my friends and they loved it, too. My friend, D, lost her copy to her husband, who enjoyed it as much as she did (Lawson lives in Texas, too, and yes, it plays a role in the book).
Guys Can Be Cat Ladies Too by Michael Showalter
I think the title speaks for itself. No more running from promising relationships, gentlemen, because your lady friend has a cat or two (or three).