I don't want my 9 year old granddaughter exposed to some of the things easily found digitally, but I also remember taking my mom's copy of Harold Robbins' The Carpetbaggers when she and my dad were next door at the neighbour's house playing bridge.
From
the Wikipedia entry on the book:
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Murray Schumach's review in The New York Times on June 25, 1961 opens: "It was not quite proper to have printed The Carpetbaggers between covers of a book. It should have been inscribed on the walls of a public lavatory." He complains that the plot is merely "an excuse for a collection of monotonous episodes about normal and abnormal sex—and violence ranging from simple battery to gruesome varieties of murder.
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And yes, I was 9.