The title and cover of Sara Gilman’s China memoir promise a sexy romp through the Orient. The dust jacket of “Undress Me in the Temple of Heaven” is adorned with a picture of a foxy model gazing at the observer with cool calculation, seemingly naked, legs akimbo, her private bits covered up by a strategically-placed... Read More
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