Candy Girl was a recommendation from some friends I went to dinner with last night. We stopped at Barnes and Noble and they both virtually shoved it into my hands. So I bought it.
I read it in one sitting, staying up way too late. Candy Girl is the year in a life of an amateur stripper who ends up "semi-pro." She lives in Minneapolis, which makes the book an interesting reading experience because I know all the places she was talking about.
Her sense of humor is absolutely fabulous, and the book is a "tell it like it is" commentary on how a person who is generally a "good girl" might be interested in stripping. I think she leaves most of the negative details out (she only mentions three bad experiences and glosses over them in a single paragraph), but that ends up being okay. If I wanted to read a political commentary on the bad aspects of stripping, I'd read something by some CNN correspondant. Diablo enjoyed stripping and doesn't apologize for it, which I totally respect.
This is a quick, well-written memoir. I totally recommend it, but only if you're past that age where you briefly fantasize about stripping. Otherwise you might run out and do it and neither I nor Diablo want to be responsible for that.