I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed with these first two parts of Casanova's memoir, only because I was expecting more graphic descriptions of his sexual exploits. However, it read as more of an adventure story, detailing all the interesting things that happened to him between birth and age 25. I was still greatly entertained, and put up with all of his euphemisms because he seemed to be generally in love with each conquest he made (though he did not them conquests) and therefore seemed like less of a jerk than I expected. These non-conquests also seemed to be generally grateful to him, even when he would leave them to make his fortune in some other way or fall in love with someone else. I guess the action must have been pretty bad for all of these women to go for Casanova without any promise of marriage or honor, even though the majority of the ones he fell in love with were virgins or young wives of other men. A true player. I'm not sure I'll read the other 10 volumes of his memoir, but I did enjoy analyzing his characters and life philosophy while reading these volumes. If you're looking for an erotic novel about some bare-chested Italian with fabio hair bringing the magic to thousands of women, this memoir is slightly classier than what you're looking for.