I still do not know what I got: I expected a book with a special atmosphere, a little scary book about a person possessed by another. I come across a little romance poorly written that tells the story of a prude nickname that discovers the joys of love in the arms of a man she drinks eyes that made her know she pushes erotic games and she does just happen. I am in the 13th chapter, I'm bored to death, there is no scenario, no one knows where it goes. After the first chapters a bit warm and surprising, we feel that nothing new will not happen. It smells American film stuck between fausee modesty and prudishness: the Holy shit, Holy F ... there on every page. I receuil book is a sex practices. without interest, it does not finish and I think I will not finish either.
