The next "screamingly hilarious"(Miami Herald) installment in the wild ride that is the life of Hollis Gillespie. Confessions of a Recovering Slut is the hilarious and often heartrending sequel to Bleachy-Haired Honky Bitch, which concludes with Hollis Gillespie, the daughter of a missile scientist and an alcoholic traveling trailer salesman, at last finding a home of her own. Unfortunately that home just happens to be in one of Atlanta's most dangerous crack neighborhoods-but the place is bound to improve, right? Wrong. In Confessions, Gillespie is plagued by missing human torsos, murdered policeman, and a drug dealer who keeps setting fire to her neighbor's house-and all this after Hollis discovers that she is inexplicably (except, maybe, for all that acrobatic sex) pregnant. While the neighborhood might have been fine when she was a child-free urban pioneer, it's a nightmare for a mother with nothing but cake pans to bulletproof the baby's room. Gillespie must depend on her three best friends, Daniel, Grant, and Lary, to help her-although Lary makes it no secret that he hopes the paint fumes she inhaled early in her pregnancy will cause the baby to be born inside out-"that way it'll be easier to sell for parts." Will Gillespie ever feel safe? No matter, she's still Hollis at heart-and, as Lary points out, if not safe, at least "safe from ever being normal."