How a bad girl fell in love is the sort of memoir of sex blogger and writer Girl on the Net.
One of the memorable things about this, the second book by Girl on the Net, is it reads a bit like the story to the best comedy drama you’re never going to see. There’s interesting all too human characters, it’s very funny, profoundly filthy in places but occasionally serious too. Chronicling the story of how the aforementioned writer goes from a life of fuck buddies, random encounters and various sexual adventures resulting in early morning conundrums like “the awkward moment where I would try and remember if I’d developed a skin condition or that really is dried spunk on my forearm.” to being in a solid relationship and all the highs and lows that come with it.
The first thing you need to know about Girl on the Net is her blog is great, featuring as it does the same things that make this book so good (good writing, pure filth, humour and a bit of insight. You can find her blog located here Girl on the Net).
Whilst her relationship with the endearingly affable Mark makes up the bulk of the proceedings, it also features interesting diversions. One of them being the difficulty of actually maintaining an anonymous hopefully lucrative online presence whilst working a day job and living a regular life. Superman apparently has it easy (it takes far more than just wearing a pair of glasses) and the paranoia of being “found out” never really goes away no matter how much you try and cover your tracks like someone in a witness protection programme.
I think it’s rare for something to be written so well that it gives you a sense of who the people are, as though you’ve just spent the last several hours in a pub talking to them at a table now covered in empty glasses before heading out into the night to get a taxi home. There’s a brilliant talent for self deprecating humour evident throughout, the kind that will probably make you snort laugh on the train/bus during your commute because that’s exactly what happened to me. I think there should be a warning on the front of the book frankly. Maybe that’s something Blink Publishing can look into if they print a second edition.
As much as this book is about the up and downs of a relationship and the sex that comes with it, it’s also about how utterly stomach churning, infuriating and anxiety ridden life gets and how sometimes you really can’t see the wood for the trees. Above all though, especially for something in which the names have been changed, it’s refreshingly honest, even brutally so in places, and it’s all the more endearing for it.