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As much as I loved and plan to reread Les Metamorphoses, I can't say the same about this one.

Even if I make abstraction of the disturbing and unfair sexism in Ovid's stupid lessons on love, and give him a "written 2000 years ago" pass, the book is still cheap.

I don't think he put too much effort into it at all. It was as though he drank a few glasses of wine, played with himself a little and then grabbed a plume and ink or whatever and made himself laugh with these lessons.

Uh, Ovid, LOVE isn't about getting to third base, lifting someone's skirt at the circus, stalking, preying, lying, scheming, manipulating, baiting or worse, asking your lover to turn on his or her stomach because you can't stand their face.

Ah man. I promised myself I wouldn't go on a rant.

Okay, so... calmy I say, the book has its a value as a glimpse of Roman Culture in the Golden Age and had some interesting bits on Greek mythology, but then again he nearly copy pasted those out of his Metamorphoses... Again, too easy breezy.

That brings me to his Cover Girl act. Recipes for face masks and make up?

In French we say, "De quoi j'me mêle?"

Basically mind your own business. And I don't think Ovid's business was love. It was seducing and sex.

Which can be love on some level but I was looking for a book on The Great Love. Those feelings and acts that aim at the chiefest truth and that bring us bliss.

In the end, Ovid keeps talking about how good of a lover he is...

Yeah I've known a few of those. All talk. :-)