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Eat Me

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As far as commercial erotica goes, journalist and scholar Linda Jaivin's debut novel Eat Me is a unique excursion into the world of sensual tastes. It's 9 1/2 Weeks in a supermarket, an uninhibited look into the joys of calorie-laden, chocolate-coated ecstasy direct from the Land Down Under.

Unlike the array of gothic, violent erotic fiction that seems to be crowded shelves these days, Eat Me is upbeat, at time hilarious (a letter-switching incident comes to mind) and baffling (you'll never watch David Letterman the same way again, I guarantee it). Jaivin writes a playful, sexy novel hotter than jalepeno and as smooth as French Silk pie. Jaivin takes the eroticism of food to a new level with Eat Me and is certain to leave many mouths watering.

This is a very entertaining story about a young female writer. She is writing erotica for woman and basing most of it on her friends. This story takes you through the lives of a number of thirty something lady with very active imaginations as well as sex lives. A laugh a minute - and don't let the first chapter freak you out. I was wondering what in the hell I had bought when I read it.

Although this book is about two of my favorite things--food and sex--it was a little hard to swallow, for lack of a better term. The opening chapter is well-written and sexy, but the book falls apart soon after.

The main characters are four women who eat food, have sex, and do little else worth mentioning. They're interchangable, forgettable variations on one another, and Jaivin's attempt to emphasize each one as she goes about her business inevitably chops what could be a good novel into a collection of erotic vignettes and dialogues, with a whole lot of filler in between.

Is there a plot? After reading it once, I'm not sure, and in all honesty I'm not inclined to go back and find out.

It's sexy at times, and it's funny at times, and Jaivin clearly has potential. But the book, neither memorable nor believable, misses its mark. Although not quite nauseating, "Eat Me" is unappetizing, a bit rough on the digestive system, and nutritionally void.

This was the first real erotica I read and it was fun, funny, and sexy. A great book to start with. I've lent it to several of my friends that are shy about reading erotica and everyone loves it. It has a bit of a story..and feels just one little sexy step up from a novel.

I love the cover too...the papaya is so fitting. And the title is as well...

Eat Me isn't your typical women's erotica -- it is a novel full of intelligent dialogue and sharp wit. The novel's about four friends from Sydney -- Phillipa, Helen, Julia and Chantal -- who get together to dish out juicy details of their latest romantic exploits. The stories are rather explicit and sensuous. However, will they continue to open up about their fantasies and exquisite tales when Phillipa tells them that she's writing an erotic novel?

Eat Me is like the forbidden fruit -- impossible to resist. This is one of the most original novels I have read in a long time. The vignettes within the novel are provocative and steamy. Jaivin is a wonderful writer of said genre and I look forward to reading more of her work...

This book is assume!!! It's fun, sexy, and intelligent. I'm not one to read books more than once, but Eat me is certainly one that I would. Perfect for a day at the beach.

This was a fun one, if only to get an examination of one woman's attitude about sex, friends and eroticism. It touched about all the bases, but got a bit muddled near the end. Absolutely loved the broken down car story.

I REALLY wanted to like this book, but. . .I didn't. I forced myself to finish it which I haven't done with a book in a long, long time. I left it on the airplane when I was done, so apologies to the unsuspecting person who thought they happened upon a "find."

My book club recently read this book. I can't believe a publisher would even publish this. Everyone in our book group hated the book!!! The story was boring and predictable, except for the first 7 pages which I thought was origional. The other 209 pages was just painful to read. I did not enjoy any of the characters. I have seen better erotica from a Jackie Collins novel. Save your money do not buy this book.

Linda Jaivin, Eat Me (Broadway, 1997)

I once defined chick lit as small green squares which lose their flavor in a remarkably small amount of time, and should then be spit out. Why do I continue trying to read this stuff? Your guess is as good as mine. In any case, Eat Me fits the general definition quite nicely.

This is the story of four Australian thirtysomething women who spend most of their free time eating, having sex, thinking about food, thinking about having sex, or some combination of the above. While this generally makes for amusing novels from a company like Beeline, it doesn't make for engrossing mainstream lit. If you combine the Lifetime network with the Playboy channel, someone might manage to get a TV adaptation of this going, and it would fit right in with the general level of intelligence, depth, and complexity found in the movies broadcast by both, but if you're looking for a book to sink your teeth into, look elsewhere. On the other hand, if you're looking for shallow, gratuitous sex with a bit of food writing on the side, you may find this a perfect way to kill a few hours. **