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Man do I love some Mary Roach. The woman writes great, funny, infotaining* books. It's true that I had to cross my legs and read through squinted eyes to get through some passages (it's as much about sexual dysfunction and painful stuff doctors think of to do to genitals as it is anything else), but I enjoyed it.

Somehow, though, this book seemed to lack a focus. Maybe that was also true of Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers and Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife, and I just didn't notice it, but each chapter just was about its own thing without much building into any greater understanding of 'the curious coupling of science and sex.'

On the other hand, I still loved it. Make of it what you will.

* Remember that neologism? Or, I guess, more accurately, infotainment? It really seemed to be catching on for a while, and now it's nowhere.