Written on the Body Book

You know how it is when your friends fall madly in love with someone (a new girlfriend), or something (Guitar Hero, Battlestar Galactica), and wear you out during the honeymoon phase babbling on about his/her/its awesomeness, sometimes in excruciating detail? If you're not in a similar situation, or worse, wish you were, it's damn near unendurable.

For God's sake, don't read this book unless you can stand to read about sheer, uninhibited passion, often in graphic detail. The pointedly genderless narrator, having wandered through the nooks and crannies of various male and female lovers, falls head over heels for Louise, and, when foolish enough to lose her, spends roughly a third of the book singing paeans to her entire body. It's Winterson at her most self-indulgent, but in this case, her enthusiasm is well-suited to its subject. If you've ever been stupid in love with someone, you can sympathize with narrator x, and appreciate Winterson's matchless style.

Definitely a book you've got to be in the right mood for, by which I mean if you're in an unhappy relationship or you aren't seeing anyone and wish you were, or God help you just got dumped, stay the hell away. If you're bazonkers about someone right now or otherwise don't mind, read this, it will thrill you.