As I mentioned in my previous review, I was saved from the unimaginable discomfort of having nothing to read on the 8-hour overnight bus ride home from Pittsburgh. My savior was Kelly McElroy, who as I tweeted via BarnLib has a reading life I'm jealous of--serving on ALA/GLBT round table's gay bibliography posse and being in a celebrity memoir book club. She gave me first A Year Straight and the next day Jennifer Baumgardner's new book. (Kelly must be a mad-fast reader, something I think would be more of a blessing than a curse, unless you had, like Kelly, and endless supply of gay books to read.) Azzoni's confessions are a pretty quick read, so maybe Kelly is neither blessed nor cursed by speedreading.
I imagine some people will be pissed at the concept of a long-time lesbian going boy crazy (not to mention a bit caution-to-the-wind, as well). As a long-time het, I'm not going to comment on that part of it, though I will be very interested in the discussion. I'll just say that I found the book amusing, though perhaps a little shallow (as in not deep, not as in not smart). I also liked that it was very authentically NYC, as opposed to some books I read that take place in the NYC the author experienced for a month ten years ago, merely imagines, or is a city of rich people doing rich things. No, Elena Azzoni lives in the same city I do.