Since the release of Sarah Palin’s Going Rogue: An American Life, many folks have been howling about the claims made within its covers. But there is one group that stands to profit from her opus—and it’s not the donkeys or elephants. It’s the wolves. San Francisco bookstore Green Apple Books has decided to “go rogue” and donate 100 percent of the profits from Palin’s book to the Alaska Wildlife Alliance. The AWA seeks to stop the aerial hunting of wolves and other game, which the gun-toting ex-governor supports. Why is hunting wolves a problem? Because they’re a vital part of the healthy Alaskan wilderness and aerial hunting is decimating the population and disturbing the delicate ecosystem. Who’s howling now, Sarah? [Newser]

Hot off the presses! Check out the just-released cover of the Sex and the City prequel: Candace Bushnell‘s The Carrie Diaries. The book, which takes place during Carrie Bradshaw’s high school years, won’t be released until April 27, 2010, and “Sex and the City 2” isn’t slated for release until May 28, 2010, but it’s never too early to pre-order, is it? This time around, the story focuses on Carrie’s first love (Mr. Tiny?), her early relationships, and how she became a writer. The book is the first of two that chronicle Carrie’s early years. Surely this means there’ll be more “Sex and the City” movies for years to come. [People]

Wouldn’t it be nice if all the good men in the world had an invisible stamp on their hand, and all you had to do to find one was shine a black light on it? But, uh, what constitutes a “good man” anyway? Tom Matlack of The Huffington Post is attempting to answer that question with The Good Men Project: Real Stories from the Front Lines of Modern Manhood, a collection of first-person stories that he’s turned into a book and documentary about what it means to be a man in America today. Encompassing stories from Pulitzer winners to ex-cons, and pro Football Hall of Famers to just regular Joes, the authors share their defining challenges, losses and triumphs through honest and simple truths.

Anyone who’s seen Miss J Alexander in an episode of “America’s Next Top Model” won’t soon forget the man-diva’s swagger and unusual style. Whether pantsless in stilettos or rocking a hair bow bigger than his head, the boy’s got a look. And now you can read about his childhood, his son, and his tips on how to live with the poise of a supermodel, even if you’re not six feet tall and 12 pounds, in his new book, Follow the Model. [Modelinia]

If you ask us, anyone who attached bottle caps to the bottoms of his Converse on his first job interview (to give them that special stiletto heel sound) is worth at least a quick read. Plus, the writing is actually legit in a light, fun way (first chapter here), the cover image makes us literally giggle aloud, and he’s got a pompadour to rival Simcha’s. So yeah, grab a copy to peruse and then use as a rather cute coffee table adornment.

In an interview with The Daily Beast, Fabien Baron, an art director who worked on Madonna‘s Sex book, reveals that he’s working on a new book with the icon. So, what’s it about? Why, Madonna, of course! Supposedly, it’s a coffee table book, “a massive retrospective of the queen of reinvention as photographed over the years by everyone from Herb Ritts to Steven Klein.” Sounds very Madge. “I’m not sure I’m supposed to talk about it yet,” Baron says. Ooops. Too late now. [The Daily Beast]

I was an English major. And I read (and devoured) the Twilight books. My friends insist these things ought to be incompatible. I’m supposed to believe in standards! The Oxford comma! And the canon! And I do, but along with all of teenage America, I like Twilight too. And I’m completely unashamed ...

Another day, another Twilight headline. Today, Prospect.org has an interesting article in which writer Sady Doyle (who defended Megan Fox on The Frisky) points out how books in Stephenie Meyer‘s Twilight series are a smash hit (Breaking Dawn, for example, sold 1.3 million copies on its first day), but they get a hell of a lot of flak from ... well, everybody.

I remember sitting in sex ed class in 1990 as my 7th grade teacher (of course, a guy) played a film strip about menstruation. It was way outdated—from the early ‘70s at best— and it showed us girls in the class how to hook a pad into the metal belt you supposedly had to wear during your period. Only, those metal belts had gone the way of the dinosaur at least 15 years before. I knew this because I’d already started my period and had never once seen one of these terrifying belts. It was embarrassing, but I raised my hand and decided to tell the class how pads really worked—that you simply stick them into your underwear. I remember thinking if 20 years before my time women had to wear a metal belt to greet Aunt Flow, what was it like having your period, say, 100 years ago?

Authors Elissa Stein and Susan Kim must have wondered this too, because they’ve written a whole book—in bookstores today—on the subject. It’s called FLOW: The Cultural Story Of Menstruation and it details all the ludicrous beliefs about women’s periods from ancient times through the present. I asked Elissa and Susan to tell us the ten strangest facts they learned researching this book. Did you know that Lysol was originally a douche? Or that in Biblical times, women had to do an animal sacrifice after their period? Read on for more fascinating period beliefs.

Like many of you, I have long been curious about what kind of malarkey and tomfoolery is going on inside the cult Church of Scientology. What’s up with the uniforms? The audits with the weird metal rods? Xenu? And most importantly … is Tom Cruise really an extra-terrestrial? I’ve often found myself tempted to sneak inside a Scientology center with a hidden mic and snoop around like Nancy Drew, but my fear of alien abduction is far too strong. Well, no need to wonder anymore. Marc Headly, a former insider at the church, has written a tell-all book, called Blown for Good, about his 15 years of work with Scientology. And folks … you can’t handle the truth.

• The magazine Publisher’s Weekly compiled its annual list of the year’s best books and it has zero women on it. Zilch! WTF? Tell us the names of incredible books written by women in 2009 that you’ve read in the comments. [New York Times]
• Meet Margarita Vargas, an 18-year-old girl and the one decent human being who thought to call the police when a 15-year-old girl was being gang-raped outside a high school homecoming dance in California while as many as 20 people watched. “I’m like ‘We should call the cops because that’s the right thing to do.’ I didn’t think about it twice,” Vargas said. “I think people are scared, especially in a community like this where ‘snitching’ is a big thing to people.” [CBS]
• A dozen anti-abortion activists were arrested at Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi’s office in D.C., some for disorderly conduct and others for unlawful entry. Pelosi’s staff said the protesters were upset about the wording regarding abortion in Obama’s health care reform bill. [AP]

Sorry, but I haven’t gotten sick of making fun of “Twilight” yet. With its cheesy dialogue, hoards of screaming “Twihards” and complete and total sell-out status (think: “Twilight” tours, “Team Edward” T-shirts) I have no shortage of material. But I’ve been outdone by Ivy League satire specialists the Harvard Lampoon, who just released Nightlight, a 160-page book about an awkward geek named Edwart Mullen and his klutzy U-Haul-driving lover, Bella Goose. Edwart is a seriously craptastic driver and should the couple’s love continue to grow, Bella faces getting dismembered in a horrendous car accident. It’s a forgone conclusion that they’re going to get together, though, because Edwart likes the grapefruit-y smell of Bella’s blood. Oh yeah, and the front of the book reads, “About three things I was absolutely certain. First, Edwart was most likely my soul mate, maybe. Second, there was a vampire part of him—which I assumed was wildly out of his control—that wanted me dead. And third, I unconditionally, irrevocably, impenetrably, heterogeneously, gynecologically, and disreputably wished he had kissed me.” Wait, what’s that I hear? Pre-teen girls all over the world are screaming in rage. Heh. [LA Times]

As I tore through the pages of Abby Sher’s new book, Amen, Amen, Amen: Memoir of a Girl Who Couldn’t Stop Praying (Among Other Things), I felt like I was in the passenger’s seat accompanying her on the bumpy ride through her lifelong struggle with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. An extended meditation filled with humor and grace, and anxieties, fears, joys and sorrows, Abby’s memoir brought me right to the center of her vulnerable humanity and my own. I now understood OCD in a whole new way—not as something foreign, but as an antidote to the uncertainty of existence that we all can relate to. This book is a must-read for anyone who wants to understand OCD, or themselves, more intimately.

The coffee table book High Glitz would seriously freak out anyone who sat down on my couch. The collection of images shows beauty queen toddlers posing for the child pageant sub-genre called Glitz. These tots get glamour makeup, front teeth veneers, and couture costumes before being photographed. It speaks from an era I hoped didn’t really exist. So, are these beautiful images or child abuse? You’ll have to be the judge. I say somebody needs to take these kids outside to make mud pies. [Lil Sugar]

Here at The Frisky, we spend an awful lot of time reflecting on, pontificating about, and debating the state of things for women of the world today. How would things be different without feminism? Did it even work? Are we better or worse off than our grandmothers? Mothers? But no dialogue can be complete if not placed within the context of history. That’s why I am so excited about journalist Gail Collins’ new book, When Everything Changed: The Amazing Journey of American Women from 1960 to the Present, which is currently on the bestseller list. Not only was Gail the first woman to be an editor at The New York Times, where she continues today as a columnist, but now she has penned the new must-have text for modern feminists. Her simple message to our generation: We must not take our astounding journey for granted. While we all know the big moments in women’s history—getting the right to vote, appointing the first woman to the Supreme Court, etc.—I’ve wondered what smaller moments Gail thinks had a huge pull on who we are today. After the jump, Gail breaks down for us the five most historically significant moments for women that no one knew were huge at the time. It’s an inspiring herstory lesson.

I barely knew that there was a civil war in Sierra Leone until it was declared over in 2002. I remember seeing an episode of “Oprah” about the horrors women were suffering there: rape, murder, AIDS, extreme poverty. I knew as horrific as it was, I needed to know more. So I will definitely be reading the new memoir Bite of the Mango that tells the excruciating details of Sierra Leone survivor, Mariatu Kamara, who was 11 when her village was raided by rebel forces who took her prisoner. Her story is so unbelievable that you would swear it was fiction.

Hulk Hogan‘s autobiography, My Life Outside the Ring, came out yesterday and, well, it’s pretty depressing. The Hulk says that after his divorce from Linda, he was suicidal and downed a bunch of Xanax with a bottle of rum, while holding a gun in his hand. Of the experience, he wrote, “I could feel the life draining out of me. It had me curling my index finger on the trigger of a loaded handgun and putting it in my mouth. Obviously I didn’t kill myself, but I came damn close.” Sad face. [People]

It’s startling how many celebrities have tried to kill themselves. After the jump, who’s tried and what changed their mind.

In what has to be one of the worst-named books of all time, former star-turned-husband-of-Rebecca Romijn and stay-at-home-dad, Jerry O’Connell, will be penning a parenting memoir called Cry, Feed, (Make Love to Wife), Burp. You may remember the celebrity couple are parents to twin babies, born late last year. Here’s a blurb about the book: “O’Connell will describe life as a very 21st century father in a land of celebrity, the sterile California suburbs, and two-for-one diaper changing—everything from the moment he was told it was time for him to be a father, through the trials and tribulations of conception and childbirth, to the joys and disasters and joys again of staying home to raise two new babies.” Anyone else wonder what it means to be a “very” 21st century father”? Is that code for “he lets the wife wear the pants, while he wears the burp cloths”? [via Media Bistro]

Emily Gould should know about women writers and criticism. In the spring of 2008, the former editor at Gawker published an article in the prestigious New York Times Magazine about nastiness in the blogosphere—to a certain extent, it was her own nastiness towards Gawker’s victims that she was referencing. Plenty of other writers responded in kind, mostly critical, and some of the critics were women annoyed with both Gould’s gossip-blog past as well as her sexily-reclining-on-her-back cover photo, saying: Emily Gould does not represent us.

Recently in an article called “What Are Women Fighting About?” for More Intelligent Life, Gould tackles the issue of how “women are often the cruelest critics of other female writers” for not accurately portraying women’s lives. Gendered critiques of women writers are a problem that’s dragged on for a long time (Anna Clark wrote about their “ambition condition” for Bitch magazine over a year ago). But Gould’s analysis is at least refreshing because, by her essay’s end, she has pledged to be more aware of her overly-critical-towards-women ways.

When Anna Sam, a literature student in France, graduated from college, she couldn’t for the life of her find a job in her field. So she kept the part-time job she had in school—as a supermarket cashier asking if patrons wanted paper or plastic. After years of observing the best and the worst of grocery store anthropology, Anna began blogging about her experiences on a site that quickly drew in 600,000 visitors. It wasn’t long before there was a bidding war between publishers to put a book deal in her hands and designer glass slippers on her feet. Voilà! Her memoir, Checkout: A Life on the Tills, became a best seller in France and has now been translated into 16 languages, including English. Now Anna has handed in her resignation for a life as an author—we hope she’ll live happily ever after. [NPR]

Another day, another celebrity confesses to once being a meth head. Earlier this week, it was Jodie Sweetin of “Full House” who came clean about her drug use. Now tennis legend Andre Agassi is confessing that, back in the late ‘90s, he used meth, too. In his autobiography (out Nov. 9), Agassi explains that he was stressed over not playing well and his rocky relationship with Brooke Shields. He was sitting on the couch with his assistant, who asked Andre if he wanted to get high.