Having not had the pleasure of reading one of Jilly Cooper’s famously sexy page-turners from the 1980s—the U.K.’s paperback equivalent of the TV show Dynasty—I cannot say for sure, but they can’t be any more entertaining that British media coverage of her book covers.
Would you like to be John Travolta’s personal masseuse when he’s staying in a hotel? If you said yes for some reason and are a woman, TOO BAD, LADY, because John Travolta only wants to be surrounded by candles and drowned in essential oils while “How Deep Is Your Love” is playing if a man is the one doing the rubbing.
Back in 2009, I worked for a popular late night TV show and one part of my low-ranking job was to go out and purchase all of the items on our guests' riders. Some people were high maintenance (one jazz singer requested 6 newly purchased white washcloths, 6 newly purchased black wash cloths and so much food and…