PaperbackI raced through this memoir of a fairly square woman deciding, on a whim, to try stripping. It's disarmingly written (though she could tone down her use of similes a tad -- not everything has to be compared to something else in a colorful way) and gives a peek behind a curtain few of us rarely part.
Cody describes her days as just so normal that her year in the biz doesn't read as disheartening or weird as it could have. I don't think I could have ever pulled it off -- pun intended -- but now I know that not every chick grinding a pole is as damaged or sad as I'd formerly assumed. Somehow, that gives me hope.
B+
