I'm F*cking Amazing
The fresh, funny debut novel you’ll be talking about for days
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3.5 • 2 Ratings
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- £2.99
Publisher Description
'An intensely intimate novel for our times' - Deborah Frances-White, Author & Host of THE GUILTY FEMINIST
'Warden writes like your best friend speaks' - Rebecca Humphries, author of WHY DID YOU STAY?
'So relatable [on] female desire and pleasure' - Annie Lord
'Frank, heartbreaking, clever and funny ... a tender and soulful debut' - THE OBSERVER
'Centring female desire and sexuality while never being scared of embracing its messiness' - Jessie Thompson, The Independent
'As shockingly funny as it is tender and revealing about love, relationships, sex and womanhood ... a candid, fun and moving read' - Arifa Akbar, The Guardian
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'I was going to be okay. I was going to be okay. That had to be the case. Even though it felt a very long way away from me in that moment...'
Everything used to work perfectly. She had plenty of orgasms and also love - a really big, terrific kind of love.
But now, as she moves into her thirties completely committed to Serious Boyfriend Number Three, things aren't functioning the way they used to. Surely there must be some way to get it all going again?
Setting off on a desperate quest to fix her bits, there's no limit to what she'll try. But nothing seems to be working.
What becomes of happily-ever-after for a woman who can't stand sex with the best guy ever? It might be time for a radically fresh start...
I'm F*cking Amazing is a hilariously frank, sharp and relatable tale of love, sex, and self-determination perfect for fans of Bridget Jones, Miranda July, and Dolly Alderton. (Printed in paperback as I'm Actually Amazing)
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Playwright Warden debuts with a brutally honest if overlong account of a 30-something woman's sex life in London. After the unnamed narrator's parents separated and her mother moved to San Francisco, she came up with an equation to have a successful relationship and believes that marriage with children has a zero percent success rate. Her third "proper" relationship—with Three, a man she met while bartending at 24—follows all of the expected patterns until sex with him becomes physically painful. No matter what they try, the narrator has trouble getting aroused, and she begins to dread sex. After multiple doctor appointments and physiotherapy, the problem is still not resolved and she begins to look for alternative aphrodisiacs, such as flirting with strangers and snorting cocaine. As the years pass with Three she worries about the consequences of breaking her own rules. Though there are flashes of stylistic flair, such as recurring pages of scorecard-like "Top Humps," in which the narrator rates her former lovers on "general vibe" and other factors, too often Warden's prose reads like run-on journal entries ("Three was the best male person I had ever come across. EVER. And all my bits worked with his bits very well in a very exciting manner"), and the frankness rarely leads to deep insights. Fleabag this is not.
