Browsing amazon, I stumbled across My Granny Writes Erotica, and downloaded it after snaffling loudly at the description. Reading the book, I am so thankful that I did, as it was witty, prim and dirty, all at once. My Granny writes erotica takes a very humorous look at the forgotten person in erotic fiction: the writer.
Betty Berry has longed to be a writer, and has been working on her bestseller-to-be for 20 years, despite continuing rejections from publishers. But now, with debt collectors at her door looking for her adulterous husband and a fat wad of cash, Betty turns to self-publishing to make some speedy cash, with erotica being her genre of choice. But, being 65 and sexually naive to say the least (as well as quite prim and proper), Betty needs an education in erotica, and fast. Betty embarks on her mission, in an attempt to repay some of her husbands debts before anyone finds out that she is writing about naughty rumpy-pumpy.
I cannot recommend this book more. Betty is lovably naive, and manages to grow through the novella without losing her unintentional middle-class suburban charm. The story is detailed and well paced, allowing for a constant smirk of general amusement to be on my face for the whole 89 pages. Rosen Trevithick is a genius, and I have downloaded another of her books, Straight out of University, to read next. If anyone is interested in finding out more about older erotic writers, Rosen has a short piece about it on her website here.