Conversations with the Fat Girl [NOOK Book]

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Everyone seems to be getting on with their lives except Maggie. At 26, she's still serving coffee at The Beanery Coffee House, while her friends are getting married, having babies, and having real careers. Even Olivia, Maggie's best friend from childhood, is getting married to the doctor with whom she lives. Maggie's roommate? Her dog Solo (his name says it all). The man in Maggie's life? Well there isn't one, except the guy she has a crush on, Domenic, who works with her at the coffee shop as a bus boy.Maggie ...
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Everyone seems to be getting on with their lives except Maggie. At 26, she's still serving coffee at The Beanery Coffee House, while her friends are getting married, having babies, and having real careers. Even Olivia, Maggie's best friend from childhood, is getting married to the doctor with whom she lives. Maggie's roommate? Her dog Solo (his name says it all). The man in Maggie's life? Well there isn't one, except the guy she has a crush on, Domenic, who works with her at the coffee shop as a bus boy.Maggie and Olivia have been best friends since they were in grade school. Both fatties, they befriended each other when no one else would. Now grown-up, Maggie is still shopping in the "women's section" while Olivia went and had gastric-bypass surgery in search of the elusive size 2, the holy grail for girls everywhere. So now Olivia's thin and blonde and getting married, and Maggie's the fat bridesmaid. Ain't life grand? In this wonderful debut novel that is sure to remind readers of Jennifer Weiner's Good In Bed, Liza Orr is both witty and wise, giving voice to women everywhere who wish for just once that they could forget about their weight.
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Editorial Reviews

Denver Post
"Delicious... A jellyroll full of fun with only half the calories."
People Magazine
"Kudos to Liza Palmer for tackling the life and loves of a 'before,' striking a breezy tone without being trivial."
Publishers Weekly
Palmer debuts with the latest sprightly entry in the ever-expanding category of light romantic comedies starring plus-sized heroines. Maggie has been best friends with fellow fat girl Olivia since they were 12. Following gastric bypass surgery at 22, however, Olivia grows increasingly unrecognizable. Now 27, she's engaged to Adam, a fat-phobic Ken doll, and although Maggie is to be the maid of honor, she feels less and less a part of Olivia's skinny new life. After Olivia disappoints her old friend again and again, Maggie sets in motion a long-overdue and explosive confrontation and walks into the arms of the colleague--busboy to her barista--whom she's had a crush on for ages. By that time, in true chick-lit style, Maggie is both earnestly at work improving herself and being loved for her true, unimproved self. And though Palmer doesn't moralize, it's when Maggie starts to make her own, more realistic wishes come true--by taking a better job and signing up with a trainer instead of a surgeon--that she sees her love requited. It turns out her instincts were good--as are Palmer's. Agent, Christy Fletcher. (Sept.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Almost 28 with a master's degree in museum studies, Maggie is dealing with self-esteem issues that concern more than just her weight. She's still working her "temporary" job at a Pasadena coffee house and living in Southern California, where perfection rules. In fact, Maggie is so defensive and self-conscious that attractive coworker Domenic's attentions seem unrealistic. But the real crisis comes when her longtime best friend, Olivia, now beautiful and thin after gastric bypass surgery, announces that she's getting married and asks Maggie to be her bridesmaid. Because Olivia's "great catch" has no idea of her fat past, Olivia cruelly begins distancing herself from Maggie. The press materials accompanying this debut compares it with Jennifer Weiner's Good in Bed, but Weiner's novel is superior. While Palmer's book may resonate with some readers and features clever chapter titles, the compressed time frame stretches credulity, and the ending is too abrupt. This could have been a successful summer paperback, but the fall publication date and spattering of strong language may nix it as a contender for public libraries. [This is the first title to be published under 5 Spot, Warner's new trade paperback imprint geared toward women.-Ed.]-Rebecca Kelm, Steely Lib., Northern Kentucky Univ., Highland Heights Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446509954
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 9/3/2007
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 117,671
  • File size: 383 KB

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Conversations with the Fat Girl


By Liza Palmer

5 SPOT

Copyright © 2005 Liza Palmer
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-69395-2


Chapter One

Depends on the Size of the House

Why is a bulldozer in front of my house? There is a handwritten note pierced on the nail where my summer wreath once hung. The summer wreath now lies on the ground next to my front door. I coax my dog, Solo, back inside and pull the door closed.

Dear Tenant: I hope this note finds you well. I have decided to turn the back house into a lap pool. Please vacate by the end of the week. It is already Thursday. I keep reading.

It has been a pleasure being your landlord for the past three years and I wish you the very best of luck. Please let me know if you need a reference, as I would be honored to let everyone know what a great tenant you were. Thank you. Sincerely, Faye Mabb, landlord :)

I hold the lime-green scalloped note in my hand and look to the front house. My landlady is notorious for stunts like this. I thought painting my house at 4 a.m. was bad, but nothing remotely compares with this. The bulldozer's a nice touch.

I always thought I got lucky finding Faye Mabb's back house: decent rent and a safe location. Over the last three years, I've learned to keep my head down and stay out of her way.

I squeeze past the dusty bulldozer and walk the fifty or so feet to Faye's front door. Note in hand, I ring her doorbell. Faye opens the door quickly. I know she has been watching the events of the morning unfold through a crack in her yellowing curtains.

"I'm tearing down that back house," Faye burbles through the metal screen door.

"My house? How can you tear down my house?" The note is now wet with my perspiration. The tips of my fingers are starting to turn a grainy lime-green color.

"In forty-eight hours," Faye says. Even through the metal screen door I can see she is decked out in full regalia. Her whiterimmed sunglasses are perched atop her ratted bottle-blond hair. She is wearing her usual floral, skirted bathing suit, folds of tanned, leathery flesh cascading out top and bottom.

"You can't kick me out in forty-eight hours. I've got nowhere to go." I have my hand on the cold, metal screen door.

"Maybe you and your little dog can live in that Fancy New Car of yours." Faye gestures out toward the street with her mass of teased hair.

"At least give me a week. I can find a place in a week." Faye is swirling the ice in her ever-present highball, poking at the cubes with her bejeweled fingers.

"Fine. A week." Faye cocks her head back and takes a long look at me.

"Thank you." I oblige. The ice cubes flutter around the glass excitedly as her hands shake with glee ... glee or the first stages of liver failure. Fingers crossed for liver failure.

"But the bulldozer stays." And then she slams the door.

I back away slowly and continue to the street, where my Fancy New Car awaits.

For now, the best way to deal with this is not to deal with it at all. I get in my Fancy New Car, leave my soon-to-bedemolished life, and head toward my mom's house, which rests in the hills overlooking the Rose Bowl.

* * *

Pasadena, a suburb just outside Los Angeles, bursts with scenes straight from the California postcards off the spinning rack. Children playing outside, blond beauties in convertibles, and incredibly fit people running for fun, a pastime I never quite bought into. Rumor has it that each year thousands of people move to Pasadena after watching the Rose Parade. But I grew up here and could never imagine living anywhere else.

Even though Pasadena is several freeways away from LA proper, the religion of perfection is still widely practiced here. Walking into local malls or filling my car with gas, I have often felt like I've stumbled into a casting call for the newest sitcom: "Pretty Girl 4" or "Hunk 2." If you've ever been told you're beautiful or "should go into acting," you end up here. This means the top 1 percent of the beautiful people in the nation are just walking around the city, willy-nilly. Then there are people like me, who anywhere else would be categorized as "normal." But in LA, if you're over a size 0 you're just shy of a circus sideshow.

It's the beginning of summer and I have the air-conditioning on in my Fancy New Car, a Volkswagen Beetle. A car that is neither Fancy, nor New. It's just newer, and apparently fancier, than Conversations with the Fat Girl 3 my last car. Somehow it has made Faye Mabb nervous that there may be some type of revolution a-brewin'.

Even in the confines of my air-conditioned car, I feel hot already. My long brown hair is up in its usual ponytail. I check myself out in the rearview mirror at a stoplight. I try to focus on the good. The brown eyes seem inviting, but are they almondshaped because I am "exotic" or is it just my cheeks pushing them up so fiercely? My lips are full, which is a plus considering they are the gatekeepers to the gapped front teeth lurking behind them.

The V-neck T-shirt and Adidas workout pants are already sticking to my body. I swore I wouldn't be here again. Hot and uncomfortable. I have made New Year's resolution after New Year's resolution swearing to lose weight once and for all by summer. Summer, with its tank tops and bathing suits dangling in front of me as the constant brass ring just out of reach. I want to be able to dress appropriately for the climate and not feel the need to hide under layers of clothes that are far too hot and way too confining. It is approximately two hundred degrees outside but I actually considered putting on my long black sweater over the shirt due to paranoia regarding back fat. What if I couldn't control it by tugging and/or strategic lunch-table placement?

There is an implicit understanding that Mom is driven everywhere. She has her light brown hair done every four weeks, nails manicured every week, and is presented with new, shiny baubles on every calendarable holiday by her beloved new husband. My mom has looked exactly the same for as long as I can remember. She stands a mere five foot two, and as I grew taller it became apparent that I got no genes from her side of the family. Like my sister, who's possibly even shorter, Mom is physically tiny. Once again, it became apparent that I got no genes from her side of the family. Insulated in winter clothing, which in LA means a flirty sweater, my mom probably doesn't tip the scales at a hundred pounds. But her presence cannot be missed. One raised eyebrow, one purse of the lips, and whole civilizations topple. I question my dependence on her. She has always been the family sounding board, and my sister and I have tried to be hers. I don't trust this quake-ridden California earth, but I would walk sure-footed on my mother's word.

She sits in the passenger seat fiddling with the seat belt as we drive to lunch at EuroPane. We discuss the cost of fighting Faye Mabb and her "eviction." My mom is a divorce lawyer in town and begins the conversation by educating me on just how illegal Faye's little eviction is. The question then becomes whether or not I want to stay.

"She was laughing and joking about me and the dog living in the back of my car," I tell my mother as we order at the counter.

Wooden tables and chairs dot the bakery's cement floor. It's the wafting smells of fresh bread and pastries rather than flourishes of decor that make this bakery a great destination.

"Joking about you having to live in the back of the car? She said that? Asshole." Mom takes a bite of her strawberry yogurt parfait as I make an apologetic face at the server. When my two nieces were learning to speak, the family feared their first word would be asshole, based on its ample usage by their dear, doting Grammy.

"I've been meaning to get out of there anyway. This is just a way of nudging me out earlier. I'm okay with it. I really am." My voice cracks as I pull two diet sodas out of the self-serve refrigerator and rig my chair so my back will face the wall.

"Everything is going to be okay? better than okay." Mom stirs in her granola.

"I know ... I know."

I think about languid Sundays with coffee brewing and Solo at the foot of my bed. The Household Chore Chart I made. I begin to cry. When Mom looks at me, I valiantly brush the tears away. I feel eight years old again.

"Change is hard," Mom says.

"But it's the only home Solo has ever really known. I mean she ... she ..."

"Solo is a dog. She'll be fine. However hard this is, it will be so much better than what you've got now."

"I can't conceive of moving right now. Olivia's wedding is coming up in less than two months. She's my best friend, for chrissakes, and I can't even get it together in time for her wedding? I am totally uprooting and ... and when am I going to be able to start my new exercise and diet regimen? I've got a fucking bridesmaid's dress to get into, for the love of God. I had my life a certain way, and now it's totally ... totally ... this sucks." Can a twenty-seven-year-old woman stomp her foot in public?

Frustrated and ready to move on, Mom changes the subject and we begin discussing possible outfits for Olivia's wedding. This brings up a sore subject. I am going to be nowhere near where I want to be for that wedding. Another date that comes and goes as I fail miserably. I can see the red circle around the wedding date now. Mom assures me we'll find a dress. I stopped looking in mirrors a long time ago because I never liked what I saw. I want to look nice and be comfortable. I can't do that if I'm still where I am now. I start having flashbacks of my freshman year in high school when Mom said those same words: "We'll find a dress." Sometimes a sow's ear is just a sow's ear.

His name was John Sheridan. (Yes, The John Sheridan. Every high school has one, different name perhaps, but they all have one.) His blue eyes were only accentuated by dark hair, a body with broad shoulders that tapered into a perfect V at the waist. He was at the top of the junior class, played water polo, and actively dated the mythical Caroline Pond. (Yes, The Caroline Pond. Every high school has one.) John began tutoring me in French class. Tutoring, speaking, dating, kissing, you've got to start somewhere. All I knew how to say was "Je ne comprends pas," which means "I don't understand." I argued this was the only sentence I needed to survive. I liked the class for two reasons: The John Sheridan and the crepes our teacher, Madame Hart, made every Thursday.

During one of our tutorials, John mentioned that Caroline Pond couldn't go to the homecoming dance. Her parents were receiving some volunteer award the same night as homecoming. Caroline had to go to the Volunteer Gala Ball Fund-Raiser, and John was left out in the cold.

John Sheridan must have seen me as a project of sorts. I was so asexual, no one would think his relationship with Caroline Pond was on the rocks if he took me to the dance. On top of this, he was known for his charity work. Going to the dance with me would be just another day at the soup kitchen. Pushing this ugly truth aside, I paraded around like I had landed the date of a lifetime. I was going to homecoming with The John Sheridan, the only man alive to look good in a Speedo. Now, what was I going to wear?

At first, Mom, my older sister, Kate, and I naively looked in the Young Women's department. I was not looking forward to a day of taking off my clothes, trying on dresses, and enduring my mom and random salesladies asking "how everything is." To keep the shopping experience from becoming a complete fiasco, I pointed out some problem with each dress. I looked fat. And each dress only accentuated that. But I couldn't say that to my Mom. It would break her heart. She couldn't fix that I saw myself as fat. I felt horrible every time she tossed another possibility over the slatted door of the dressing room. I'd always feared that hell was really some type of Orwellian reality in which I would be damned forever to the harsh lights, 360-degree mirrors, and those damn slatted doors of department store changing rooms. So I only told her about things she could fix. That way at least my mom stayed unbroken. "My boobs don't fit" was always a popular reason. Who could argue with that? "It's tight in the arms" was also safe. For some reason, "tight in the arms" was not as hard hitting as, "I'm a fat fuck, Mom. Just wrap me up in a tarp, put some lipstick on me, and roll me in the direction of The John Sheridan."

We finally found what we were looking for in the Mother of the Bride department: a tight pink crepe dress with a dropped waist and Peter Pan collar. Pleats fell down the front of the dress. Mom said they drew the eye away from my Area, a term I used when referring to my ever-burgeoning belly. Of course pleats drew the eye away; that would tend to be the case when one's eyes had so many other places on which to feast. It was not my first choice, but first-choice outfits didn't come in my size. We bought the dress.

John drove us to a local Italian restaurant that Caroline had recommended. Apparently, Caroline Pond "recommended" a lot. Throughout our dinner, almost every one of John's sentences started with "Caroline says," as he parroted some Pond Bit o'Wisdom. When he wasn't repeating something verbatim that Caroline said, he stared at the breadbasket in the center of the table, tapping his fingers on the large diving watch that dwarfed his left arm. I sat before him like a child before a magician? waiting for him to perform as I had always dreamed. But I was disappointed. It was like catching that same magician smoking a cigarette and bouncing a buxom trapeze artist on his knee out behind the big top.

By the time the waitress asked if we'd like to see the dessert menu, I was actively mourning The John Sheridan I had come to love: The John Sheridan who had the personality I put together out of various S. E. Hinton characters with sprinkles from the Knights of the Round Table. The John Sheridan who sat before me now at this tiny Italian restaurant somewhere in the San Gabriel Valley was nothing like my creation. He didn't smoke cigarettes he rolled himself, and I doubt he even knew the first thing about swordplay to defend my honor.

The night ended with us driving by Caroline Pond's house to see if she was home from her Volunteer Gala Ball Fund- Raiser. She was. I waited in the car for thirty minutes while Caroline told John about her evening, so John could recount every detail back to me on the long ride home. John yelled to Caroline that he would be back in "twenty" and hopped in the car. As we pulled into the driveway of my house, I remember thinking how awkward these last moments were going to be. What was the end of a date like? Is this where he would finally unveil the real John Sheridan? I tried to remember every detail so I could retell the story of my first kiss to Olivia. Olivia who had set her sights on Ben Dunn, the senior starting quarterback who made The John Sheridan look like The Hunchback of Notre Dame and was famous for referring to girls he had been with as "They've Been Done by Ben Dunn." Classy.

I sat still in the passenger seat trying to put what I thought was my best kiss-me face on. I remember pouting my lips a little and slightly glazing over my eyes. In retrospect, it must have looked like I was having a small stroke.

John quickly announced that he had fun but it was getting late, so ... Had he learned nothing from his days at the Round Table? John leaned over and wrapped one single arm around my shoulder as his car idled loudly. He then proceeded to pat at my back like an impatient mom burping her full-to-bursting new baby. I kept both arms at my side and just sat there, floating above what was happening. Did he not want to give me the wrong idea? I floated back down just in time for one last pat. I pressed a smile out and stepped from the car. Did he think he just gave me some big, beautiful moment I would cherish and retell at family dinners? Could he have possibly thought it was anything but awkward and embarrassing for both of us? No, John Sheridan believed he had given me the thrill of a lifetime. I just felt robbed.

"Why don't you give yourself a fucking break?" Mom snaps me out of my walk down Memory Lane.

At this point, a small blond family turns around.

"Could you hold it down?" I beg.

"You never give yourself a break. You're going to drive yourself crazy if you live like this for the next couple of months. The wedding is not about you. It's about Olivia and Adam. I know this is completely foreign to you, but a lot of people think you're pretty amazing looking." Mom sips her diet soda and glares at the small blond family, a Pasadena fixture.

"What about my house?" I whimper.

"What about it? You've outgrown it, Maggie. Faye Mabb did you a favor. The only favor she'll ever do anyone, I'm sure."

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2005

    Best Frickin' Book Ever!!!!

    I picked up this advance copy at the Book Expo in NYC. The cover caught my eye right away. I picked up it thinking it would be some Bridget Jones knock off - but was blown away with it's humor, the depth of it's characters and how universal the story was. Everyone has that 'fat' quality that we wish we could change - hair too curly, too short, funny looking nose - and if we changed this *one* thing our life would be perfect. This book tells a story of loving yourself exactly as you are and letting other people in... Can't wait for the next book!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2007

    My new best friend

    Loved it...finally a character that plus size girls can relate to. Hilarious with bits of social wisdom. I miss Maggie so much that I'm going to read it again. My thanks to the author. Hey, Liz...how about CWTFG part 2?

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 5, 2011

    So Disappointed

    This has to be one of the worst books I have read in a long time! The main character, Maggie, is self obsessed and constantly (through the entire book) pities herself. To be a 28 year old woman, with a Master's degree, Maggie seriously has the mentality of a weight obsessed 16 year old. The writing style was mediocre and the constant monologues only furthers to perpetuate Maggie's whining! The book did become decent, the last three chapters of the book, and abruptly ended. I would not waste any money on this book, I will not be purchasing any more of Liza Palmer's books. This was a waste of money and time.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 28, 2011

    I really liked it!

    This book made me think more than I thought it would. I thought it would be just a quick read that would put me in the mindset to jump back on the weight loss wagon. Well, as Maggie had realizations with the relationships in her life, with others and herself, I did too. I would have loved to see the chapter that would have followed the last page but I'll just make up my own. Fun book and one I really enjoyed reading!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2008

    A reviewer

    Although I found the book a little long, with a story that could have been told with less pages I would recommend this book. Maggie was very likable and someone I saw myself in.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2008

    Very Realistic setting

    I enjoyed the concept and the book itself was a refreshing look at the real side of being overweight and the guilt etc.. that comes with it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2005

    Funny and Down-to-Earth

    This book hits home for those of us who are on the 'plump' side. I laughed out loud many times.....even while I was reading it on the subways of NYC. A coming-to-terms, feel-good kinda book. I highly recommend this book to all!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2005

    Pleasantly Surprised

    I was reluctant to read this at first. I was afraid it would end being another one of those 'bitter fat girl complains throughout the whole book', but it wasn't that at all. Yes, Palmer writes what it's like to be a fat girl in our society, how it is very lonely, painful and disappointing, but she doesn't have Maggie blame her weight on everyone else like so many of these 'fat girl' books do. Rather, she knows it's up to her to change her life in more ways than just her weight. In fact, these moments where we are made aware of Maggie's pain are very poignant. The book is well written, at times funny, and has great characters. My only complaint is that it ends too abruptly. I think an epilogue would've been great.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

    more from this reviewer

    deep character study

    They met at twelve and became best friends as both Maggie and Olivia share in common being fat girls. However, at twenty-two, Olivia undergoes gastric bypass surgery and begins to lose the pounds. Five years later, she is engaged to an obese hater, but selects the still overweight Maggie to serve as her maid of honor in spite of the horror in her groom¿s eyes. --- Ever since Olivia became skinny, Maggie has felt like an outsider to her pal. Making matters worse, Olivia has consistently let her down since the fat girl hater entered her friend¿s life. He is insulting as he does not hide his loathing of the overweight set including his disdain and scorn of Maggie. Angry over the latest putdown and her self-esteem lower than the ooze beneath the food chain, Maggie explodes at her once best buddy, but also vows to improve herself starting with the help of a trainer. Her need to improve leads to an opportunity for her first boyfriend with a man she has desired for ever but first she must believe she is worthy of love. --- CONVERSATION WITH A FAT GIRL is a deep character study that focuses on Maggie who feels alone, betrayed and shunted aside when Olivia gains a boyfriend but fails to warn him to stop his snide behavior towards her friend. The deep Maggie blames her low self regard on her weight until she no longer accepts disparagement. Her first step towards self-assurance is mental, which is more critical than any pound she may or may not lose. Liza Palmer provides a strong look at a person struggling to accept that she is an okay person regardless of her size. --- Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 8, 2014

    Super bad

    I dit read this so font take it personal

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2014

    Disappointed!!

    I had purchased "Nowhere but Home: A Novel" by this same author and REALLY enjoyed it. I was looking forward to the same writers style and excellence in plot, unfortunately I was GREATLY disappointed. The character, Maggie, was a consistant complainer and the plot drags. I'm about 2/3 through this book and have archived it until a later time. I hope the other books by this author are better because I enjoyed my first one!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2013

    More Than Expected

    I'll be honest, when I decided to read this I had very low expectations that I would actually enjoy the book. However, I can say I have never identified more with a character than I identified with Maggie. The writing hits home and Liza Palmer does a great job of making the characters and the scenarios so realistic. I 100% recommend this for anyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2013

    4 Stars

    I enjoyed this book in all the predictable ways. You root for the underdog, and you just know that she'll show her teeth eventually. As with the other Liza Palmer books I have read, I found the main character a bit of a master of self pity...and I thought her humour and spark could have been a little more visible from the start. But she grows on you as she develops - and by the end you feel outraged on her behalf and deep satisfaction as justice is served!
    I really like this author, I'm surprised she isn't more well-known. I like her style, and even though it is essentially chicklit, it is cleverly done and makes you think.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2013

    Entertaining!

    Enjoyed this page turner!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2012

    Fabulous!!

    Can't tell you how much I laughed at the similarities between the narrator's thoughts and my own! Great read for any girl who has always felt she wasn't skinny or good enough... Quite empowering!

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  • Posted October 9, 2011

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    I loved this book...

    Every person who reads this book will see a little of themselves in Maggie. I laughed out loud so many times. I could so relate to it.

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  • Posted February 19, 2011

    Loved It

    I could really relate to Maggie which kept me reading and reading. I found myself laughing out loud.

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  • Posted January 5, 2011

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    Highly Recommended

    Very funny loved it

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  • Posted June 5, 2010

    Loved it!

    I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Those who felt they couldn't relate to Maggie should take this as an opportunity to see into the mind of someone who is not as perfect as they are. Palmer really hit the mark when it came to expressing the insecurities one feels but doesn't necessarliy voice. One thing I think some of the reviewers missed is Maggie's supposed immaturity was more likely her inexperience. It is very possible to hit the ripe old age of 26 and still treat a crush like a teenager would. I also liked how Olivia told Maggie she had always envyed her confidence. Often we don't know how others perceive us, and just as often it is not the way we see ourselves. Throughout her life Maggie saw herself as the fat girl and had the confidence that often goes with that, but she was also quite tall, and probably carried herself in a way to make herself look like she didn't care what others thought. I think this fed over into her relationship with Dominic. He may have seen her as a confident young lady and he himself lacked the confidence to make the first move. I really liked Dominic and would like to see more about how their relationship develops and how, hopefully, he grows along with it.

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  • Posted April 27, 2010

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    Great Story!

    I was expecting a more literal fit for the title, but I was pleasantly surprised by this book. It wasn't a 'poor fat girl' story. She is empowered and strong, and she presented a very positive portrayal of what it is like to live in a society where a size 10 is considered plus. I cheered all the way through.

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