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    <![CDATA[This isn't a book you'll want to pull out on a crowded train, with clinical terms like <em>clitoris</em> and <em>vulvologist</em>, not to mention earthier ones like the <em>F</em> word, on virtually every page to attract the startled attention of the passenger in the next seat. Bluntly describing her yearlong effort to deal with a searing pain in her vagina, Susanna Kaysen doesn't stint on the details of what this malady did to her relationship with her boyfriend (nothing good), nor is she forgiving of the callousness and stupidity displayed by some of her doctors and various alternative health practitioners. Yet her appalling saga is compulsively readable, thanks to Kaysen's propulsive prose and sharp dialogue. She's particularly good at capturing the way people talk about their ailments over dinner and in the middle of other activities. Conversations with friends ramble from her medical problem to tiger maple furniture in an utterly convincing way, and one darkly funny scene shows a pal urging Kaysen to buy a coral necklace following a particularly horrid visit to the doctor because, &quot;You have to get a nice thing after that appointment.&quot; Kaysen's laconic humor keeps the book from seeming self-pitying, though her terseness tends to muffle its emotional impact; she expresses her emotions without really conveying them to the reader in any depth. Nonetheless, the pared-down candor that made her portrait of mental illness so gripping in <em>Girl, Interrupted</em> also distinguishes this account of a decidedly physical affliction. <em>--Wendy Smith</em> ]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Anyone going into this book expecting it to be simply about a camera is either not very bright, or hasn't done their research. This book, indeed, is not about a camera, at least not in a literal sense.<br/><br/>The explanation of the title comes from <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.randomhouse.com/knopf/authors/kaysen/qna.html">an interview</a> with Kaysen:<br/><br/>&quot;<em>It's...</em><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/36085342">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[This isn't a book you'll want to pull out on a crowded train, with clinical terms like <em>clitoris</em> and <em>vulvologist</em>, not to mention earthier ones like the <em>F</em> word, on virtually every page to attract the startled attention of the passenger in the next seat. Bluntly describing her yearlong effort to deal with a searing pain in her vagina, Susanna Kaysen doesn't stint on the details of what this malady did to her relationship with her boyfriend (nothing good), nor is she forgiving of the callousness and stupidity displayed by some of her doctors and various alternative health practitioners. Yet her appalling saga is compulsively readable, thanks to Kaysen's propulsive prose and sharp dialogue. She's particularly good at capturing the way people talk about their ailments over dinner and in the middle of other activities. Conversations with friends ramble from her medical problem to tiger maple furniture in an utterly convincing way, and one darkly funny scene shows a pal urging Kaysen to buy a coral necklace following a particularly horrid visit to the doctor because, &quot;You have to get a nice thing after that appointment.&quot; Kaysen's laconic humor keeps the book from seeming self-pitying, though her terseness tends to muffle its emotional impact; she expresses her emotions without really conveying them to the reader in any depth. Nonetheless, the pared-down candor that made her portrait of mental illness so gripping in <em>Girl, Interrupted</em> also distinguishes this account of a decidedly physical affliction. <em>--Wendy Smith</em> ]]>
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    <![CDATA[This isn't a book you'll want to pull out on a crowded train, with clinical terms like <em>clitoris</em> and <em>vulvologist</em>, not to mention earthier ones like the <em>F</em> word, on virtually every page to attract the startled attention of the passenger in the next seat. Bluntly describing her yearlong effort to deal with a searing pain in her vagina, Susanna Kaysen doesn't stint on the details of what this malady did to her relationship with her boyfriend (nothing good), nor is she forgiving of the callousness and stupidity displayed by some of her doctors and various alternative health practitioners. Yet her appalling saga is compulsively readable, thanks to Kaysen's propulsive prose and sharp dialogue. She's particularly good at capturing the way people talk about their ailments over dinner and in the middle of other activities. Conversations with friends ramble from her medical problem to tiger maple furniture in an utterly convincing way, and one darkly funny scene shows a pal urging Kaysen to buy a coral necklace following a particularly horrid visit to the doctor because, &quot;You have to get a nice thing after that appointment.&quot; Kaysen's laconic humor keeps the book from seeming self-pitying, though her terseness tends to muffle its emotional impact; she expresses her emotions without really conveying them to the reader in any depth. Nonetheless, the pared-down candor that made her portrait of mental illness so gripping in <em>Girl, Interrupted</em> also distinguishes this account of a decidedly physical affliction. <em>--Wendy Smith</em> ]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[In somewhat of a mystery/autobiography, a women relates her experiences with her vagina problems and the many byzantine ways it impacts her life. Talks about how illness can effect who we think we are, our relationships, emotions, and our quality of life. Despite the U.S.'s high level of medical tec...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/27524269">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[This isn't a book you'll want to pull out on a crowded train, with clinical terms like <em>clitoris</em> and <em>vulvologist</em>, not to mention earthier ones like the <em>F</em> word, on virtually every page to attract the startled attention of the passenger in the next seat. Bluntly describing her yearlong effort to deal with a searing pain in her vagina, Susanna Kaysen doesn't stint on the details of what this malady did to her relationship with her boyfriend (nothing good), nor is she forgiving of the callousness and stupidity displayed by some of her doctors and various alternative health practitioners. Yet her appalling saga is compulsively readable, thanks to Kaysen's propulsive prose and sharp dialogue. She's particularly good at capturing the way people talk about their ailments over dinner and in the middle of other activities. Conversations with friends ramble from her medical problem to tiger maple furniture in an utterly convincing way, and one darkly funny scene shows a pal urging Kaysen to buy a coral necklace following a particularly horrid visit to the doctor because, &quot;You have to get a nice thing after that appointment.&quot; Kaysen's laconic humor keeps the book from seeming self-pitying, though her terseness tends to muffle its emotional impact; she expresses her emotions without really conveying them to the reader in any depth. Nonetheless, the pared-down candor that made her portrait of mental illness so gripping in <em>Girl, Interrupted</em> also distinguishes this account of a decidedly physical affliction. <em>--Wendy Smith</em> ]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I have no idea how this book ended up on my shelf except for the fact that it has a clearance sticker on it and I sometimes randomly purchase discounted books in the hopes I will make myself read more.  So I'm guessing years passed and I had no idea that a book about a woman and her vagina was in my...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/70907877">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[This isn't a book you'll want to pull out on a crowded train, with clinical terms like <em>clitoris</em> and <em>vulvologist</em>, not to mention earthier ones like the <em>F</em> word, on virtually every page to attract the startled attention of the passenger in the next seat. Bluntly describing her yearlong effort to deal with a searing pain in her vagina, Susanna Kaysen doesn't stint on the details of what this malady did to her relationship with her boyfriend (nothing good), nor is she forgiving of the callousness and stupidity displayed by some of her doctors and various alternative health practitioners. Yet her appalling saga is compulsively readable, thanks to Kaysen's propulsive prose and sharp dialogue. She's particularly good at capturing the way people talk about their ailments over dinner and in the middle of other activities. Conversations with friends ramble from her medical problem to tiger maple furniture in an utterly convincing way, and one darkly funny scene shows a pal urging Kaysen to buy a coral necklace following a particularly horrid visit to the doctor because, &quot;You have to get a nice thing after that appointment.&quot; Kaysen's laconic humor keeps the book from seeming self-pitying, though her terseness tends to muffle its emotional impact; she expresses her emotions without really conveying them to the reader in any depth. Nonetheless, the pared-down candor that made her portrait of mental illness so gripping in <em>Girl, Interrupted</em> also distinguishes this account of a decidedly physical affliction. <em>--Wendy Smith</em> ]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[For anyone who's ever had an undiagnosable problem that baffles medical authorities and only seems to worsen with treatment. I haven't actually experienced that, but if I did  I would probably like this book even more. ]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[This isn't a book you'll want to pull out on a crowded train, with clinical terms like <em>clitoris</em> and <em>vulvologist</em>, not to mention earthier ones like the <em>F</em> word, on virtually every page to attract the startled attention of the passenger in the next seat. Bluntly describing her yearlong effort to deal with a searing pain in her vagina, Susanna Kaysen doesn't stint on the details of what this malady did to her relationship with her boyfriend (nothing good), nor is she forgiving of the callousness and stupidity displayed by some of her doctors and various alternative health practitioners. Yet her appalling saga is compulsively readable, thanks to Kaysen's propulsive prose and sharp dialogue. She's particularly good at capturing the way people talk about their ailments over dinner and in the middle of other activities. Conversations with friends ramble from her medical problem to tiger maple furniture in an utterly convincing way, and one darkly funny scene shows a pal urging Kaysen to buy a coral necklace following a particularly horrid visit to the doctor because, &quot;You have to get a nice thing after that appointment.&quot; Kaysen's laconic humor keeps the book from seeming self-pitying, though her terseness tends to muffle its emotional impact; she expresses her emotions without really conveying them to the reader in any depth. Nonetheless, the pared-down candor that made her portrait of mental illness so gripping in <em>Girl, Interrupted</em> also distinguishes this account of a decidedly physical affliction. <em>--Wendy Smith</em> ]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Did not expect to like this book. It is about her vagina having massive pain and modern medicine's inability to work for her. I know vicariously now what it must be like to have the other sex's problems. It is also funny and candid as it was written by Susanna Kaysen of &quot;Girl, Interrupted&quot;...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/72192054">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[This isn't a book you'll want to pull out on a crowded train, with clinical terms like <em>clitoris</em> and <em>vulvologist</em>, not to mention earthier ones like the <em>F</em> word, on virtually every page to attract the startled attention of the passenger in the next seat. Bluntly describing her yearlong effort to deal with a searing pain in her vagina, Susanna Kaysen doesn't stint on the details of what this malady did to her relationship with her boyfriend (nothing good), nor is she forgiving of the callousness and stupidity displayed by some of her doctors and various alternative health practitioners. Yet her appalling saga is compulsively readable, thanks to Kaysen's propulsive prose and sharp dialogue. She's particularly good at capturing the way people talk about their ailments over dinner and in the middle of other activities. Conversations with friends ramble from her medical problem to tiger maple furniture in an utterly convincing way, and one darkly funny scene shows a pal urging Kaysen to buy a coral necklace following a particularly horrid visit to the doctor because, &quot;You have to get a nice thing after that appointment.&quot; Kaysen's laconic humor keeps the book from seeming self-pitying, though her terseness tends to muffle its emotional impact; she expresses her emotions without really conveying them to the reader in any depth. Nonetheless, the pared-down candor that made her portrait of mental illness so gripping in <em>Girl, Interrupted</em> also distinguishes this account of a decidedly physical affliction. <em>--Wendy Smith</em> ]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Um, Wow.  I listened to this book while traveling and, Wow.  TOTALLY not what I expected.  But good.  This is a good story with the theme &quot;To thine own self be true&quot;.  Not that there's any Shakespeare in it....The title does not match the book at all, but makes sense in a roundabout way.]]></body>
    
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