The cover of this book when I read it was an assortment of chocolates. It seems that chocolates amount to endorphins which are produced equally when we are in love which is (sometimes) sweet.
Don't judge the book by it's cover, as they say, but assess its suitability. I can't complain. Although if it were up to me, I would have drawn a semi-nude woman bathing on a shore with the sun's brilliance effacing her nakedness. And it would be in oil or in pastel.
Anyway, there wasn't much of the graphic eros in this book - contrary to my expectations. Nin is infamous for her erotica. To wit, in porn. But her writing is much more than just the carnal. 'A Spy in the House of Love' is a story of adulterous affairs and its toll on the unison of personal identity. It's about acting and roles and expectations and love.
After reading this book I felt tired. Sabina is restless.
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