By Mandi Bierly
June 15, 2009 at 12:00 PM EDT

Mary Jo Buttafuoco, who in 1992 was shot in the head by her then-husband’s teen lover, Amy Fisher, but stood by her man anyway up until 2000, has written a book due out next month titled Getting It Through My Thick Skull: Why I Stayed, What I Learned, and What Millions of People Involved with Sociopaths Need to Know. (We’re already reserving it a place in our Awful Titles for Celeb Memoirs gallery.) Now this was a horrible, sexy scandal that captivated the country enough to spawn a trio of TV movies in its day, but am I wrong to think that we’re not dying to revisit it in 2009? I don’t really care what life was like with Joey Buttafuoco, or why it took Mary Jo all those years to have the potentially libelous revelation that begins the book’s introduction: “Joey Buttafuoco is a sociopath. There, I said it.” I’m happy that she overcame an addiction to pain killers and found a new love and is wearing a lot of jewelry and a pretty pedicure on the cover, but I’m not going to read further. Is this book — which will include a 16-page color insert from the Buttafuoco family album — on anyone’s wish list?