Boobadoodle by Rosy Sherry

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Boobadoodle by Rosy Sherry

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Category: Humour
Rating: 5/5
Reviewer: Zoe Morris
Reviewed by Zoe Morris
Summary: Make a boob of yourself by drawing on your boobs with make up. No, really. A few dozen designs from witches to snowmen, cupcakes to ice cream.
Buy? Yes Borrow? Yes
Pages: 96 Date: November 2012
Publisher: Century
ISBN: 978-1846059261

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Boobadoodle is a book of doodles. On boobs. Fifty doodles on a variety of boobs, some belonging to the author, some to her friends. Quite good friends, I imagine.

The idea, the preface tells us, came when the author/artist forgot to get her boyfriend an Easter card. So she drew him one. On a breasticle. He liked it, sure, but she really liked it, so she kept going, and eventually has enough designs to fill a book. So she did.

Most entries feature over 2 pages, with one side the design, and one a little introduction to it, or some history of how/where it was first done. Sometimes they’re just random ramblings, like the flying saucer entry in which she tells us she imagines aliens speak (dubious) Spanish (hers greet you by saying Ola which without its initial 'h' means wave rather than Hola i.e. Hello). Sometimes the entries are themed, for example her run on horoscope signs, while other times they’re seasonal, with entries for Christmas, Valentine’s and the aforementioned Easter.

The designs, though wide ranging, have some commonalities. The nipple is always incorporated, and often the centre point of the design, be it an eye of a crab, the end of a flake in an ice cream cone, the cherry on a cupcake or the nose of the clown on the cover. In one, it is the actual bulls-eye of a dartboard. Before the photos start, there is some general guidance on how to create the looks using stuff you might have in your makeup bag, but there are no templates or colour by numbers. Even with a mirror, I’m not sure I’d be able to draw some of those on myself, especially the upside down ones, but then I don’t really have the boob surface area some would require. Most of the ones in the book seem, to my amateur eye, to be around a C-cup or above though I’m sure if you really wanted to, you could adapt them for those who subscribe to the notion that more than a handful’s a waste.

Some people may not talk graphically about this area of their anatomy with their friends, but where I work we regularly talk about ENS (Erect Nipple Syndrome, the result of doctors with cold hands) and plus I do a sport where side boob to nipple is a standard instruction on how to stand next to your partner, and so to get other people’s verdict, I took the book into training. The reactions ranged from hoots of laughter to open-mouthed amazement, until we got to the bunny ears. Oh, those bunny ears. That’s why I’m straight, I told C. That’s why I’m gay, he replied. Generally, though, the response was one of bemusement. People seemed genuinely impressed/horrified/confused that this book existed, but they still wanted to look at and discuss every picture in it, with adjectives like cute and creepy being used in equal amount. We have an artistic lesbian on our co-ed cheerleading squad (doesn’t everyone?) She appeared to be taking notes, committing some of the designs to memory. Her girlfriend is a lucky lady.

The emphasis is certainly on pictures rather than text – this review will no doubt contain more words than the book itself does – but not only are the photos good quality, the whole book is nicely presented with pretty pastel pages, neat borders and text is a white font which is surprisingly readable.

It’s hard to find fault with this book because it is exactly what it says, and shows, on the cover. If you object to looking at other people’s boobs then you won’t like it, but if you’re ok with it but prefer to see the boob and not the whole person then you’ll be fine as these photos are not full body or even upper body shots – you don’t see faces or belly buttons, and you only very rarely see an arm or even the partner boob, it’s generally just a close up of one, rather artfully decorated, breast.

I’m not sure the subtitle of How to jazz up your boobs was the best thought out word combination, but it did make me smirk. The blurb on the back also generated a few raised eyebrows among my sexually diverse team as it seemed to imply it was an art form to be enjoyed by heterosexual couples only, but I’m sure that wasn’t intentional. I didn’t find the book especially erotic, but then boobs aren’t really my thing, but I did find it funny. And, in the right circumstances, it would make a great gift. Friends who visit my house invariably gravitate to the bookshelves that line a wall in my dining room, and I imagine this title will regularly be picked out as one they want to look at / ask me why I own (For review purposes, I’ll proclaim). So in a nutshell, it’s highly entertaining and a great talking point, it’s handbag sized, and although you might make a boob of yourself (or someone else) following the directions, you’ll have great fun reading it.

If you’re into boob art, or feel you might be with the right inspiration, this is highly recommended. A Canadian friend visiting picked it up and wanted to buy it for her 20 something daughter, whilst also commenting it would make a great gift for a friend’s 50th birthday (Here…try something new). So the appeal is wide. If you're feeling shy about owning it or reading it in public, you can buy the e-book.

Thanks go to the publishers for supplying this book.

Boobs, glorious boobs, also feature in The C-Word by Lisa Lynch and Deep Inside by Polly Frost but they contain fewer pictures, so it's your call...

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