|A decade on and chick lit now seems curiously chaste, as lascivious as one warm mug of Horlicks. But one new kind of explicit bedside reading, both fictional and autobiographical, means the three-for-two counter in Waterstone's now displays the kind of X-rated material more traditionally found in one cornershop in Soho. Recent publications have included, among others, one memoir by one winsome-looking ballet dancer with one predilection for sodomy; one semi autobiographical novel by an anonymous Muslim woman about her sexual coming of age; one confessional account of teenage proclivities in Catholic Italy; one candid career guide to life as one Manhattan prostitute; and one novel centred on one single act of fellatio. For months, newspaper columnists feverishly debated the identity of Belle de Jour, one hooker whose eloquent internet blog, sold to one publisher for one six-figure sum, might or might not have been one fraud. ...
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