By female and male acclaim these are the horniest books in print. They are made of letters to Nancy Friday by innumerable women telling their sexual fantasies in vivid detail. They’re liberating and a turn-on for women—completely defusing any lingering guilt about having such fantasies—and enlightening and a turn-on for men, dissolving what was long thought to be a major difference and barrier between the sexes (also tangentially educating males on how to be a sensitive and imaginative lover rather than a narrow-minded clod).
The second book, Forbidden Flowers, is even more explicit since the women are responding to the excitement of My Secret Garden.
