I actually read this book back in 1960 when I was 12 years old. Softcore porn was my version of Young Adult Lit in those days. My father bought dozens of these paperbacks with wonderful sleazy covers for 35 cents each, and (unknown to him) I devoured them. It was my sex education, which was pretty weird because most of the sex was described as an embrace fading to dot dot dot... As the 1960's progressed, the books became far more graphic, and so did my education. Campus Tramp is in the early dot dot dot tradition, and it was much better written than most of the dot dot dots. You have to judge softcore as you would any other genre (such as horror) where there are certain unlikely conventions (such as bloodsucking zombies). In the softcore genre, the unlikely convention includes lots of unlikely sex. Given the convention, Campus Tramp is nicely written. Having just reread it after a 50 year gap, I'm glad to see I was exposed to some decent writing at that age when my schoolteachers were trying to expose me to the old white dead English masters. The new edition includes some irrelevant black and white photos for further titillation, equally softcore. Read this for fun without high expectations - and for a time capsule of 1959 morality - and enjoy the ride. ( )