I read "The Story of O" as a 'yute' as my cousin Vinnie Boccaccio would say, and wasn't 'thrilled' by it. It was written by a woman, of course, and at the time my 'thinking' was probably "What do THEY know about sex?" :-) Or at least pornography.

Needless to say, my views on that subject have changed.

But not so much that I have ever taken the time to re-visit 'O'. Not sure why.

My recollection is that it was slow and introspective -- qualities that a male teenager doesn't usually have much use for.

Boccaccio