Debbie may not do it anymore, but she was pretty damn good at it when she did it. She started out giving fifteen dollar blowjobs in her teens, living a life on the streets, and in the passenger seat of the latest motor vehicle, and offering up her own piece of heaven to the casual male observer who just happened to park his car in the parking lot and beckon her over. Her long platinum blond hair and crystal blue eyes along with the tattoo under her eye became her trademark in an industry filled with thousands of boobs and genitalia. It certainly didnít hurt her reputation that she could handle approximately four guys at once, and still leave the poor bastards begging for more. And her hundreds of films along with her trademark looks made her instantly recognizable to many men over the age of eighteen, and possibly a few who slipped under the radar.
Losing her fornicating husband to a hot tub electrocution while he pounded away at the next wannabe starlet managed to slow her down just a bit. But in the end it wasnít too much. Instead, sheís a woman on a mission, and that mission is to move on with her life, and leave her waxed past firmly in her rearview mirror.
Debbie Dare/Sandra Peel might have been one of the most conflicted individuals I have ever had the pleasure of meeting over the course of a novel. She was raw and uninhibited and passionate and suicidal and conflicted and emotional and overflowing with turmoil and grief. But the way she stepped across the page with naked and unadulterated ambition, pretty much telling the world they can either pay attention or not, and that either way she doesnít really give a fuck made me love her all that much more.
She may have had the greatest orgasm of her life on her last porn shoot before the instant and dramatic change in her existence, but I must say I had a rather enjoyable (certainly not the greatest) reading experience, as I pounded my way through DEBBIE DOESNíT DO IT ANYMORE with something resembling a reckless abandon and a burning need and desire to find out what would happen next.
Oh, and for those of you who are certainly going to make the comment ďThis ainít no Easy Rawlins novelĒ and then be proud of yourself for your profound and bold statement. Iíd just like to take a moment and say that itís not that profound and certainly not that bold, and that each book should be judged individually and stand on its own merit. If it doesnít work great, or if it does great, but to make that particular comment isnít really making a statement at all. And this is one book that should certainly be celebrated for the statement it does make.
I received this book for free through NetGalley.