K to Z: Confessions of a Real-Life Woman
Sex isn't always sexy. Sometimes it's sweaty, silent, or accidentally involves a photocopier. In K to Z, one woman traces her intimate history through the lovers (and nearly-lovers) that shaped her-from Kevin, the virginity-losing chip-feeder, to Quentin, who quoted bell hooks mid-thrust, to the utterly regrettable X-rated reunion with an ex she swore she'd blocked.
Told in 26 brutally honest, bitingly funny, and unexpectedly tender chapters-one for each letter of the alphabet-K to Z is part erotic memoir, part romantic reckoning, and part middle-finger to the idea that women's sex lives must be tidy, tasteful, or deeply meaningful. Kat isn't looking for The One. She's just trying to remember who she is beneath the bras, bruises, ghostings, and giggles.
It's Dolly Alderton meets Fleabag via a sex diary you probably shouldn't read on public transport.
Because sometimes the most satisfying climax… is your own damn story.
About the Author:
Kathy Edwards is a totally real woman who absolutely did all these things and definitely isn't hiding behind a pseudonym so her mum doesn't read about the threesome. She's 38, lives in Norwich, drinks boxed wine in the bath, and thinks emotional closure is a myth. K to Z is her first book. Unless her mum finds it, in which case it's fiction.
Sex isn't always sexy. Sometimes it's sweaty, silent, or accidentally involves a photocopier. In K to Z, one woman traces her intimate history through the lovers (and nearly-lovers) that shaped her-from Kevin, the virginity-losing chip-feeder, to Quentin, who quoted bell hooks mid-thrust, to the utterly regrettable X-rated reunion with an ex she swore she'd blocked.
Told in 26 brutally honest, bitingly funny, and unexpectedly tender chapters-one for each letter of the alphabet-K to Z is part erotic memoir, part romantic reckoning, and part middle-finger to the idea that women's sex lives must be tidy, tasteful, or deeply meaningful. Kat isn't looking for The One. She's just trying to remember who she is beneath the bras, bruises, ghostings, and giggles.
It's Dolly Alderton meets Fleabag via a sex diary you probably shouldn't read on public transport.
Because sometimes the most satisfying climax… is your own damn story.
About the Author:
Kathy Edwards is a totally real woman who absolutely did all these things and definitely isn't hiding behind a pseudonym so her mum doesn't read about the threesome. She's 38, lives in Norwich, drinks boxed wine in the bath, and thinks emotional closure is a myth. K to Z is her first book. Unless her mum finds it, in which case it's fiction.
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Sex isn't always sexy. Sometimes it's sweaty, silent, or accidentally involves a photocopier. In K to Z, one woman traces her intimate history through the lovers (and nearly-lovers) that shaped her-from Kevin, the virginity-losing chip-feeder, to Quentin, who quoted bell hooks mid-thrust, to the utterly regrettable X-rated reunion with an ex she swore she'd blocked.
Told in 26 brutally honest, bitingly funny, and unexpectedly tender chapters-one for each letter of the alphabet-K to Z is part erotic memoir, part romantic reckoning, and part middle-finger to the idea that women's sex lives must be tidy, tasteful, or deeply meaningful. Kat isn't looking for The One. She's just trying to remember who she is beneath the bras, bruises, ghostings, and giggles.
It's Dolly Alderton meets Fleabag via a sex diary you probably shouldn't read on public transport.
Because sometimes the most satisfying climax… is your own damn story.
About the Author:
Kathy Edwards is a totally real woman who absolutely did all these things and definitely isn't hiding behind a pseudonym so her mum doesn't read about the threesome. She's 38, lives in Norwich, drinks boxed wine in the bath, and thinks emotional closure is a myth. K to Z is her first book. Unless her mum finds it, in which case it's fiction.
