"Anything But a Wasted Heart" picks up where "Anything But a Wasted Life" left off. In short, you should read (or listen) to that book before this one.

Sita's debut memoir gave you the day-to-day in-the-life-of a sex worker interwoven with backstory from her life. This is not that. This memoir-a chronologically documented mind mapping spanning just two years-is heartbreakingly achy and a little fucked up. At the heart, it's a love story that never stood a chance. At the core, it's about a woman doing her level best to keep it together while attempting the impossible; make all the men in her life happy-even at her own peril. Sita maneuvers through the complex relationships that fulfill her, deplete her, and pay her rent. Including Cole; a charismatic male with the communication skills of an M.C. Escher drawing who vexes Sita like no other. 
 
Anything But a Wasted Heart drops you into a world of carnal pleasure with tragicomic hues with Sita smack dab in the middle of real-life and fantasy in the world's oldest profession: prostitution. Working as an escort is anything but easy; it's a constant battle between how much Sita's clients can get and how much she's willing to give without losing her mind. 
 
Thirty years is a long time to cater to men's needs and dance around their feelings.
 
This follow-up portrayal has all the classic Sita wit and grit, flanked closely by a burning vulnerability we haven't seen before. As Sita muddles through uncharted territory, trying desperately to maintain boundaries while she drinks enough booze to kill a horse, she tackles the hard questions: Why do people cheat? Why do men hire call girls? And why is lying sometimes the right thing to do? Strap in, folks, it's a turbulent ride filled with drugs, porn, and a healthy dose of wtf.