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63 of 65 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Addicted to this Book, July 25, 2000
If black romance novels fulfill your romantic fantasies, Addicted, by Zane is sure to give your sexual visualizations color. Addicted, chronicles the life of Zoe, a middle class African American female who seeks therapy for sexual addiction. Zoe becomes obsessed with sex in early adolescence and relentlessly pressures Jason, her high school sweet heart to take her virginity. Although she manages to marry Jason, the love of her life and they experience financial stability in spite of becoming teen parents, Zoe leads a double life. By day she is mother, doting wife and successful art dealer. By night and sometimes in the afternoon, she goes barreling headfirst into affairs with people who keep dangerous secrets. Blunt, violent and entitled, something black women have never collectively been, Zoe, feels she has a right to toe curling extramarital "sexcapades" with people she knows only on a first name basis to fulfill the sexual desires her sexually repressed husband cannot. She's possessive of her lovers and feels justified in having knockdown drag-out fights with their women and justified in telling outlandish lies to Jason to cover her tracks. Addicted is a ring side seat into the mind of a sex addict, the vibrant, likeable flawed Zoe. And it is through this heroine's courage to heal that the idea of therapy is made palatable to black people, who traditionally don't see it as a means to dealing with issues. Flashlight by Parliament and the Funkadelics, grape Kool-Aid, Good Times, and 8-track tape players are just a few of the details that will take you back to the 70s and your own memories of high school. Not all fun and games; Addicted is gritty, risqué and full of suspense. After reading this book, you'll think twice about ever having that one night stand you fantasized about and consider the fact that your would-be lover could be an axe murderer. But when Addicted is over, you'll miss Zoe like she was your girl friend. You know that wild child who told you so many juicy stories over the phone you didn't have to go out to get your kicks. You lived them vicariously through her tales of love and lust.
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