For March, the Rock and Roll Bookclub picked Diablo Cody’s Candy Girl, a memoir about her year as a stripper/professional masturbator/phone sex operator.

You know how when you buy a bag of those little gold-foil wrapped Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and the first one tastes so good that you eat about thirty-two more right in a row and while it’s all hunky dory while you’re chewing and unwrapping, once you stop your gut aches?

That’s how I feel about Candy Girl. It’s entirely too much of a good thing, ultimately making it a bad thing that pains you.

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