title: Be Honest--You're Not That Into Him Either: Raise Your Standards and Reach for the Love You Deserve
author:  Ian Kerner 
description: Hot on the heels of the bestseller He's Just Not That Into You comes this funny, forthright response from author and sex therapist Kerner. The author of the sex guide She Comes First and the "dating doctor" for Lifetime TV, Kerner takes up the cause of "Sex and the City" women everywhere, urging ladies to dump the "in-the-meantime" men and raise their standards on the husband hunt. Kerner's book will appeal to the chick lit audience, with his sassy quizzes and blunt language, as when he writes that women settle on a mediocre boyfriend because "they like having their egos and (and lower parts) stroked." How unfortunate, then, that Kern's logic is often so sloppy. Can it really always be true, as he writes, that being married "is harder than being single, even in the best of circumstances" or that "If women were really disposed to have sex like men, they'd be greater consumers of porn and prostitution"? The book equivocates in trying to promote sexual freedom while encouraging emotional responsibility, and all the laugh lines don't quite hide the fact that the entire book's wisdom is essentially contained in the subtitle. A final chapter, written jointly by Kerner and his wife, does stand out for its personality and wit. Here's hoping they team up for a whole book next time. Meanwhile, this one's sure to do brisk business among singletons. <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  All Grown Up
  
  
  Blurb
  
  
  High school was hell for me.
  
  
  I was always the big girl. The ugly one. The nerdy one, who wouldn’t ever
  actually amount to anything and couldn’t keep any friends.
  
  
  Screw high school.
  
  
  I’m large and in charge.
  
  
  I’m a resident doctor at a prestigious city hospital. Men fall to their feet
  trying to get me to go out with them. Things aren’t just looking up for me,
  they’re already there.
  
  
  But when Jody Banks is rushed to my office, a stab wound in his arm—and still
  having that annoyingly handsome smile—I’m transported back to when he made fun
  of me.
  
  
  When he ignored me in the hallways.
  
  
  When he pulled my hair and told me it wasn’t his fault.
  
  
  When he spread photographs of me—photographs I thought were just for him.
  
  
  When he pretended we weren’t dating.
  
  
  And now he wants a piece of this, again?
  
  
  Yeah. Thanks but no thanks.
  
  
  No way am I ever hooking up with that guy again… no matter how good he looks,
  or how nice he smells… right?
  
  
  
  