This book offers much more than a French outlook on love and sex, it speaks of a way of life that is worth living. A life where you enjoy the sensuality of food, culture, conversation, the joy and simplicity of napping during the day and taking everything in stride.America puts a limit on what sexy is, you must have perfect hair and a perfect body, you must remove all bodily hair and cake on makeup and mask your natural beauty. It is so refreshing to read about a culture were beauty is much more than skin deep, where older women are seen as sensual beings with a wisdom that is only gained with time, rather than as saggy old sexless spinsters. In America sexy is all about how you look and how young you are. It has nothing to do with your intelligence and wit, this is something that I have always found irksome (and that brings out my inner feisty feminist)This book has really opened my eyes on many "Americanisms" that I myself have and that have been damaging to my long term relationship with my man. It's hard to feel sexy when you don't fit the "sexy mold" in America; where who you are is not enough, you must also have perfect hair, flawless makeup, thick hips and a skinny waste and size 32 C breasts. French women turn what American women call flaws into something flawless, a uniqueness about them that sets their beauty apart from the rest. Not only that, but rather than spending their lives trying to be someone else, French women are free to explore who they are as individuals and flaunt it. Now that is sexy.I am so happy that I picked up this wonderful book. I only wish America was more French, then perhaps I could buy a box of condoms in the store without the teenage boys behind me nearly tipping over in a fit of giggles. I can honestly say that lack of maturity is what makes many American guys so repellent to me. Lucky for me I found a guy who embodies the way of life depicted in this book. I love my Hispanic boyfriend. He is so.... French.