Reviewed by Kate Appleton
"I don’t need the perfect guy. I don’t need candlelight or roses. Honestly, I don’t even need a real bed..." Ellie Kolstakis is a twenty-one-year-old virgin. She’s not religious. She’s not waiting for marriage. She’s not even holding on for The One. Ellie’s just unlucky. But with her final year of university coming to an end, she’s determined to shed her V-plates, once and for all. And she’s ready to try anything – from submitting to her domineering Greek mother’s matchmaking skills to embracing the world of nether-waxing trends (no-one wants a ‘Hitler’) and even YouTube tutorials on how to give a ‘blow gift’ (it should never be a job). After all, what has she got to lose? Well, besides the obvious.
This is not a book for adults largely because it’s simplistic and really quite irritatingly written and that’s not just the central character Ellie. I admit this book would be amusing and somewhat educational in only the extremely overt sense of the word to the readers who have left behind the days of ‘Angus Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging,’ however, it’s not well placed in the hands of those over the age of consent. I admire what Radhika is attempting with her writing, in a way I guess it’s a method of sex education attempting to engage young adults in a different way as opposed to the awkward chat that you’re treated to during a gym class at high school.