All this preamble is an excuse to say I probably should have written a review of Late Bloomer a lot sooner, since Erica Scott's autobiography came out in late August/early September, but I only finished the tome on the plane flying from Amsterdam to Los Angeles a few weeks ago.
So, as the high school drama teacher pompously said on stage before introducing his production of Death of a Salesman, without further ado...
Book Review: Late Bloomer by Erica Scott
Erica writes a poignant tale of her life in Late Bloomer that is at times heart-wrenching, unnerving, annoying, poignant and hilarious--occasionally all at the same time. Though her travails are likely similar to many others out there it is with the forthright nature of her writing style and casual self-awareness that makes it fresh. For such a self-proclaimed social introvert (maybe those aren't her words exactly) she tells her tale with a great deal of aplomb.
Her story is one of self-discovery and that tale is certainly a universal one. We've all felt like outcasts, downtrodden and put-upon. But Erica's life goes from one terrible life experience to another, from family drama (and melodrama) to personal crisis. In the end, her blossoming as an adult, as an awake member of society (I know how that sounds and I actually mean it the way it sounds) and ultimately, as a spanko takes this from a woe-is-me generic tale of self-discovery to a highly fascinating, utterly interesting tale of self-discovery.
Late Bloomer, though about a woman discovering her kink after decades just getting by in life, is really a mainstream story about awareness, empowerment and in many ways feminine power. Through her discovery as a spanko (and I wish I could recall if she used the word masochist) she discovered herself, her self-esteem and awakened a piece of herself that fed her desire for attention--almost all in one fell swoop. (And, I'm pleased to mention, she does refer to Yours Truly in the book--a pleasant surprise I'd not known about until reading it with heady astonishment.)
Late Bloomer starts sad and ends happy. What more can a reader want? But through it all the book is a page-turner via Erica's self-deprecating charm, witty and snarky asides and often hilarious anecdotes. The book is certainly bittersweet, but leans much more on sweet than bitter (though dear Erica can be quite caustic at times). If you're reading this review here on Dark Musing then you're already likely kinky (or at least kink interested) and I needn't add a disclosure on Erica's BDSM and spanking experiences, but even if you were vanilla her tale sucks all but the most puritan in to her open and frank disclosures of her spanking inclinations. By the end, you're rooting for Erica to succeed. Actually, it's more than that and simultaneously simpler than that: you want Erica to live.