I don't go to the circus, I steer clear of my friends children's birthday parties hell, I won't even wind up a jack-in-the box! I avoid these simple things all in the hopes of never coming into contact with a clown. But now I found myself in a hotel room with the door shut behind me, staring into a greasepaint nightmare with a hard-on. I had two choices. I could run for my life or I could stay, face my fears, and let Pennywise pound me foolishly... By The Hour, a (mostly) true memoir, takes the reader along on Alex Lieberman's hilarious journey as a nice Jewish Long Island girl navigating the (cough cough), ins and outs of the seedy sex-for-money trade in the south. If Joan Rivers had been an escort in her younger days, this would be her story. Part voyeuristic erotic fun, part Jewish whining, and part eye-opening expos on the real world of escorting, Buy the Hours first person account reveals the inner working of the hobby's subculture, and will have the reader laughing, gasping, crying, and, oddly enough, relating to its storyteller Kim and her alter ego Alex, a reluctant escort who finds having sex with strangers is sometimes the easiest part of the job.
