Review: How to Make Love like a Porn Star by Jenna Jameson
Don’t freak out, people. This isn’t an instruction manual. How to Make Love Like a Porn Star
I’ve read parts of this book since it was published in 2004. I read a few chapters at the Barnes & Noble in Philadelphia while waiting to meet a friend; another few chapters from another friend’s copy that he kept on his coffee table. But I never wanted to pony up to buy the hardback copy.
I needed a book to take with me on what I hope will be my flight tomorrow, and bought the paperback edition at Borders. But given that we got socked with another huge storm in New Jersey, I was stuck instead and read all 577 pages in two days.
It’s not the best memoir ever, but it’s pretty interesting. She doesn’t try to hide that she had a ghost writer either. Neil Strauss, who’s been on the blog before, worked with her on the book. I lost my way a bit in the middle when the book shifted from narrative to transcripts of Jenna talking with her family, and old diary entries. It seemed unnecessary. And the book’s dated. It ends with a wedding. She’s already divorced.
I’ve spent most of the week worrying about my flight leaving tomorrow. But compared to some of the stuff she’s been through? A delay is nothing.
