It's Jaws; the book I'm reading...

I was born in 1979, so when i was little the jaws film would've been on television. Then there were the sequals so it was obviously popular. So of course when I realised it was a book I added it to my TBR in a moment of whimsy. I'm currently trying to tidy up said TBR so I'm reading this monstrosity.

Below is the post i made about it yesterday.

https://similarworlds.com/life/4784584-Sex-scenes-in-books-turn-my-stomach

But I miss the women i was yesterday with all my heart. Because, today...

She's getting ready to go meet her ex-boyfriends much younger brother for "lunch", having lied to her husband about where she'd be that day. She's standing in front of a mirror, accessing herself. I shit you not, this is word for word:

The only problem as she accessed her body critically was her hips. By no stretch of anyone's imagination were they girlish, they signalled motherhood. They were as Brody (her husband!) once said; breeders hips. The recollection brought a quick flash of remorse, but excitement quickly nudged it aside. Her legs were long & below the pad of fat on her rear slender, her ankles were delicate, & her feet, with the toenails neatly pruned where perfect enough to suit any pedophile.

I beg your pardon? ...what?

Ew