Have you ever wondered what Woody Allen would be like if he were a woman stoked on chick-lit who lived in Toronto? Eva Moran has. This is a collection of fiction that examines the neurotic, desperate, and impotent lady-world of Toronto, and shows a lot of leg while doing it. Bad boyfriends, jobs, and decisions plague the main character of each story in this titillating diary of explicitly dirty laundry. The status quo eludes the main characters. Lover after lost lover, one missed opportunity for a better life after the next, the characters can never seem to get it right but they keep trying in all the wrong ways. Basically, this is a book about badly needing to get a new life and desperately wanting to get laid and each character will die trying . . . or, well, not die . . . but will conjure many drunken shenanigans trying. The seemingly autobiographical approach of the pieces makes it feel like you are kneeling at a keyhole peering into a room full of bawdy comedy -- tantalising! Why someone would want to buy Eva Moran's Porny Stories? To enjoy a funny, sexy, smart and articulate take on contemporary values in the city. This book promises to be a good water-cooler type book, providing responses from 'That was so funny!' to 'Ohmygawd! Can you believe what happened there?' The book exists within some known, popular frames (ie: Bridget Jones, Sex and the City) but provides a hip, Canadian and bookish perspective to these frames. People will want to buy Eva Moran's book to feel sexy-funny while retaining their literary discretion.