I wanted to like Toni Bentley's book: She's clearly a talented writer and her subject is rather enthralling.
With that said, I really struggled with her incredible pretentiousness: It's really just sex. It is rather juvenile to build one's entire life around a single act. To turn every encounter into some sort of ritualized tantric nirvana-near-approach was laughable.
Bentley's tendency to typecast men was both ridiculous and sexist. Her penchant for puns often petered out into mediocrity :) Where was the editor to tell her "puns are effective if used sparingly..."
Overall, I have to say I was disappointed. Like the author, I could not wait to get to the end.