Duende

I'll be honest with you, I have no culture. I've never been to the opera or the ballet, will probably never go to either and know nothing about them. That being said, even though this book is about one opera singer and one ballet dancer, I wasn't terribly lost.

(Side note: snickersnort* Victorian sex toys.)

While this book might have skewed a little closer to a three star for me, (the aforementioned lack of culture was doubtless in play here) Aime deserves a star of his own for his pride is wearing makeup offstage, his appreciation of his own, more curvy body, but him remaining firm in not liking being called feminine. And I love and adore that in this book doesn't default to ‘penetration is the only real sex'. (And the sex scenes were kind of hot...)