When I first found out I was reviewing The Clitourist|The Clitourist my immediate reaction was: great, something to break up the reading of journals and texts. Once the book arrived I decided it would be my incentive to get through my day's work of reading and research. So once I finally finished my work, I ran the bath, lit the candles and grabbed a glass of wine and settled into the bubble bath with my book.

With what should of been a "a witty, empowering guide to the hottest spot on earth and a woman's body," I thought that I would at least be in for a good read where I may potentially learn things. And I did. Apparently, by 'witty' the author must have been thinking her target audience was teenage boys, because, really, how many women do you know that refer to specific parts and regions of their anatomy as "chia pet", "big fat bald guys", "beaver" or even "fur burger"?

My all-time favorite part of the book was when the author stated, "it is hard to describe the feeling of an orgasm. Though if you imagined fireworks shoe shopping you wouldn't be that far off." I apparently never got the memo that stated that all women must like both fireworks and shoe shopping to understand what in fact an orgasm may feel like. Which is funny because sometimes that combination can personally leave me with a headache and tired feet; if that's what an orgasm feels like, I would have to pass. Wouldn't it have just been easier for the author to state that "it is hard to describe the feeling of an orgasm as it provokes different feelings and emotions from each individual"? Hell, why not even go with a heightened feeling of sensitivity and awareness? Really, I think almost anything would have been better than a comparison to shoes.

The only redeeming quality of the book was the fact that it was aesthetically interesting in terms of layouts, illustration and fonts. However that in itself is really just not enough to redeem this book.