Great New Review About Casey Dancer!
"Fans of frank, funny, hard-charging memoirs will find a lot to love here. I finished it wanting to read whatever she writes next."
BookTrib just ran a review of Casey Dancer that basically patted my messy life on the ass and said, “More of this, please!”
They get me.
The me from back then, as a (hot as hell) forty-year-old stripper, dating a (very recently) reformed drug dealer, juggling an exhausting real estate career with a slightly more fun but often just as tiring period of sex work, trying to overcome my fear of intimacy in sobriety—not as a cautionary tale, but as the actual cliff I had to climb to finally become emotionally functional.
No hand‑wringing, no “sorry I was slutty,” just the truth of my struggle interspersed with a lot of fun, sexy, and balls out lusty interludes. ;)
What delights me most is how clearly they saw the spine of the book: the hot yoga as a metaphor for life, the avoidant attachment‑style disasters, the unpopular-at-the-time non‑monogamy, and a round-the-clock 12-step program all orbiting one central wound—what I thought love was, and what I was willing to trade to get it.
They called the memoir “fearless,” “frank,” and “hard‑charging,” and state it’s for readers who prefer honesty over comfort, which feels like the nicest way possible to tell people, “If you need your redemption stories washed and folded, this isn’t it.”
If you want to read someone else politely confirming that my chaos is, in fact, literature, you can check out the full review, “Kristin Casey’s Fearless Memoir of Survival and Self‑Worth,” over at BookTrib!












