Fanny Hill, my lovelies, was a free book I came across on my e-reader. It was written in England in 1748. I figured, English 1748 … might be a nice historical read. Or then again … DEFINITELY not!
I mean, wowzers, color me surprised. Honestly, I did not know novels of this sort were allowed to be published in those buttoned-up days {perhaps they were not so buttoned-up??}. All I know is I sat on my train, blushing. Whatever I may have been expecting, I was definitely not expecting so vivid a story. Fanny, in short, was a prostitute — though not by choice. She, through a letter format, shares her life story in exquisite, specific, honest –somehow bordering on innocent — detail.
Fanny begins her tale saying:
‘Truth! Stark, naked truth, is the word; and I will not so much as take the pains to bestow a strip of gauze wrapper on it …’
I guess that should have prepared me. PS > This book is not for the faint of heart or prude of soul. If you can’t handle a SEP book — then you can NOT handle Fanny.













