Berkley / August 5, 2014 / $16.00, print / $9.99, digital
Okay, I admit it. I didn’t do it.
This is normal, right? I mean, just because everyone I know has talked like they’ve already done it doesn’t mean that they’re telling the truth right?
It’s not like I’m asking for that much. I don’t need the perfect guy. I don’t need candlelight or roses. Honestly, I don’t even need a real bed.
The guys I know complain that girls are always looking for Mr. Right—do I have to wear a sign that says I’m only looking for Mr. Right Now?
Sooooo anyone out there want sex? Anyone? Hello? Just for fun?
I am not going to die a virgin. One way or another I am going to make this happen.
Hey, what have I got to lose? Besides the obvious.
I am constantly on the search for funny New Adult. I’ve found it in books by Cora Carmack and Under Locke by Mariana Zapata, and now I can add Radhika Sanghani’s Virgin to the list. Imagine a younger Heather Wells of Size Twelve Is Not Fat or Bridget Jones, or an older Georgia Nicholson from Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging and you’ll have Ellie Kolstakis: V-I-R-G-I-N.