Of all the traits Susanna Sonnenberg inherited from her mother, none was more life-defining than her ability to seduce men.
I used to go to bed with everybody. My mother taught me from the earliest age that men loved women who loved sex. She explained to me, at age eight, what an orgasm was. Once, she lay in her bath, the water pooling over her freckled skin, and I sat on the closed toilet keeping her company, while she told me the story of the man she'd introduced at breakfast. She described "the most wonderful feeling in the whole world" and promised that one day I'd have that feeling too. I couldn't wait. She also liked to tell me how I was conceived in an airplane bathroom on a short flight between Paris and London, and when we flew together she would remind me of it whenever I got up to pee. The story became part of my identity, like my brown hair and my love for Clark Gable. To my mother, sex was the world's only effective currency, and as a grown woman I believed that every ...