Another thing is that Heinlein seems to believe that if you catch a VD, you can just pop down to your physisist and be healed, just like that.

Will a woman really go into the most minute details regarding her sex life to strangers? I find that difficult to believe, especially when she does her best to hide her sexual feelings from society. In actual fact the description isn't very believable. I think Heinlein's main excuse for writing the story is that it is an old goat's wish for meeting an amoral and horny lady. In actual fact some of his views (stated through the protagonist) to me were in many ways more interesting than the story itself. Heinlein does know how to create a good story, but this one regretably has a lot of weaknesses.

Maybe the weakest of Robert Heinlein's novels She might be reading a shopping-list for all the feeling she puts into her narration andher attempts at male voices are painful. The book is slow, very slow, despite the promising beginning and the narrator, Bernadette Dunne, doesn't make any attempt to pick up the pace. Heinlein would have done better to have left this unwritten, not because the sex is shocking (Maureen has sex with a lot of men, including one of her sons), but because it's so boring and the subplot about her being in a different timeline accused of murder isn't particularly good either. Maureen become tedious after a while, as does her sexual attraction to anything that moves (including her father, who seems extremely unattractive but Maureen yearns for him anyway). The story isn't up to much: it's partly a rehash of an episode in a previous book (Time Enough for Love), from the viewpoint of a different character, partly reminiscence about how good the old days were, and bringing in characters from other books.

To sail beyond the sunset