“Quick!” they were saying. “Whoever has a female psychological thriller that includes very rude sex scenes ready to print gets to write their own advance and name my first child.”
This book, Maestra, by L.S Hilton, won that day. It’s rumoured to have clocked the author a seven-figure advance, a movie deal, and two sequels in the works. It was an instant New York Times Bestseller.
But it was the scathing review from the same publication that really sealed the deal for us here at book club.
“A pornographic shopathon travelogue thriller”
Oh. Fifty Shades of Grey meets Vogue? Say no more. Let’s read.
Listen to a quick snippet of Monique Bowley, Jackie Lunn and Zoe Rochford take on Maestra.
I’m calling it. This is the best book to read post-breakup.
You know when your heart is hurting and everywhere you look everyone is in LOVE? Every song you hear: LOVE. Every photo you see on Facey is just LOVE LOVE. Every frickin’ book has a love theme and everyone at work is talking about their boyfriends and then you go home and it’s The Bachelor? UGH.
NOT HERE IT’S NOT.
We ask: What was the last text you received from your ex? (post continues after video)
The female protagonist, Judith Rashleigh, may have a name like a dusty mothballed cardigan, but don’t be deceived.
She’s a slick bad-ass mofo who doesn’t even ENTERTAIN the idea of love or romance because she’s too busy kicking life goals and manipulating people to get ahead.
The sex scenes are the real shock factor in how terrible they are. But they don’t even go near the usual romanticism hot erotica tropes. It’s all just weirdly detached and quite crass. Perfect for when your heart is aching.
Plus, there is so much pervy rich people stuff in this book: yachts, designer clothes, art snobs, extravagant wealth, the lifestyles of the rich and the famous, that you’ll just be able to escape your life for a bit.