Go Figure

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Overview

Ryan is not obsessing....

But she does want to lose weight. Ever since she was outted as a "fat girl" at chearleading camp in fifth grade, Ryan's been on a mission to shed more than a few pounds.

Lately she's also on the hunt for a new relationship. Now that her ex- boyfriend is a rock star - currently posing on the cover of Rolling Stone - Ryan seriously needs to move on. They haven't spoken in months, but in...

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Overview

Ryan is not obsessing....

But she does want to lose weight. Ever since she was outted as a "fat girl" at chearleading camp in fifth grade, Ryan's been on a mission to shed more than a few pounds.

Lately she's also on the hunt for a new relationship. Now that her ex- boyfriend is a rock star - currently posing on the cover of Rolling Stone - Ryan seriously needs to move on. They haven't spoken in months, but in the magazine Noah's wearing the bracelet Ryan gave him. She can't wondering what that means...Not that she wants him back or anything.

No, Ryan's plan is to make the most of senior year. After all, she's popular, funny, a talented photographer...she's got a lot going for her. So it's not all about losing weight or gaining a boyfriend. It's about getting what she wants. And it's about time.

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Editorial Reviews

VOYA
AGERANGE: Ages 15 to 18.

Ryan had hoped to begin her senior year having slimmed down during the summer, but it did not happen. Plagued by a weight problem since elementary school, Ryan just cannot seem to lose the extra pounds. Plus her "best fat friend" Chelsea decided to extend her summer visit to California, leaving Ryan to face senior year without her comrade-in-weight. But Ryan is popular and smart and remains steadfast in her quest to have a boyfriend. Complicating matters is that her ex, Noah, is now a major rock star whose photograph graces the cover of Rolling Stone. Why is he still wearing the bracelet Ryan gave him, long after their break-up? Edwards writes standard teen chick lit-breezy, upbeat, but with enough of a "problem" to make it not complete puff. It is predictable (the moment Josh, the neighbor boy with whom Ryan has lost touch, is introduced readers can guess with whom Ryan will end up). The popular culture references are so frequent and timely that the book will be dated by the time next year's television season rolls around. Readers who normally devour this type of novel will snap up this one, but unless the budget allows, pass on these empty calories. Reviewer: Alice F. Stern
April 2008 (Vol. 31, No. 1)

Children's Literature
Ryan is 15, a budding photographer and overweight. She lives in Atlanta with her mother and brother, a cancer survivor, and she is smart enough to recognize that her weight problem could be the result of her mother obsessing over her brother’s health. There are many similarities between this book and The Earth, My Butt and Other Big Round Things (Mackler, 2003): an overweight teenaged girl as the narrator, parent(s) who are preoccupied with other sibling(s), a best friend who moves away, and a protagonist who gets involved in something outside of herself and finds friends and “true” love. In this case, Ryan enrolls in a photography class and discovers her neighbor and former good friend, Josh, is also in the class. Certain plot lines, such as the ex-boyfriend who is now a rock star and the best friend who meets celebrities while “clubbing” in LA, are difficult to accept as realistic. However, the essential message--that one’s self esteem should not be based on weight, but rather on the worth of yourself as a person--is clear and well-developed, albeit perhaps a little didactic. Reviewer: Wendy M. Smith-D’Arezzo
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416924920
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse
  • Publication date: 10/23/2007
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 288
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 0.70 (d)

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Prologue

I was ten years old when i stopped being skinny.

It didn't happen overnight, but it sure felt that way. As if one moment I was thin and happy and perfect, and the next I was getting picked last for kickball, shopping in the plus-size department, and hopping on the scale at Weight Watchers (they have a special program for teens).

I guess the weight crept on slowly, pound after pound, just like it always does. And I guess I had some choice in the matter — I could have eaten carrot sticks instead of fries, a turkey sandwich in lieu of pizza. (But, really, is life without chocolate and pizza worth living? I think not!)

But the whole thing felt so sudden and, I must say, beyond my control.

It was at cheerleading camp that I was first outted as a fat girl.

Yes, cheerleading camp.

This should tell you that I didn't know my own girth. No self-respecting chubette would ever sign up for three months of herkies, somersaults, and human pyramids. Not to mention butt-cheek-length skirts and weekly weigh-ins. Ah, the weigh-ins. They were the bane of my existence, even before my thighs were packed with cellulite and my butt jiggled when I walked.

But it was not the scale that betrayed me.

It was Sadie (who, for all intents and purposes, might as well have been named Sadist). She was the first person ever to call me fat.

Sadie was a bubbly twenty-three-year-old who went to the University of Tennessee at Knoxville on a cheerleading scholarship. After failing to land a cheering job with any of the pro teams, Sadie moved to Atlanta and began teaching preteen gymnastics and cheering.

My mother signed me up for Sadie's day camp the summer before my sixth-grade year. Things were pretty bad in our family back then, and my mom was looking for a way to cheer me up (pun intended).

My brother, Mark, had been diagnosed with leukemia a few months earlier, and my whole family had more or less stopped functioning. I spent a lot of time by myself that year, eating Cheetos for dinner, watching TV to help me fall asleep, while my mom huddled next to Mark's bed at the hospital.

It was during that period that I got fat. I'm not blaming my brother's illness; I know it's not his fault. But if I had to draw out a timeline of when my body took a turn for the worse, Mark's cancer would be the point where it started.

The point where it blew up in my face was a Monday afternoon in July. We were practicing round-off back-handsprings when I took a big spill. I stood up, dusted myself off, and hobbled over to Sadie so she could examine my bum ankle.

But she was much more interested in my body as a whole.

"No wonder you fell. At this rate, you're not going to be able to do that move for much longer," Sadie said, pointing a finger at my stomach. "Your last weigh-in showed you at a hundred and twenty-eight pounds," she announced. Out loud. For everyone to hear.

There were audible gasps. We were fifth graders. There were girls on the squad who weighed less than seventy pounds.

"You're gettin' really fat, girlie. Really fat," Sadie said again, just in case anyone had missed it the first time. She squeezed my upper arm with her manicured fingers. "And it's affecting your tumbling in a big way. You'd better start watching what you eat, pronto. You don't want to grow up and look like Carnie Wilson."

I didn't even know who Carnie Wilson was, but when I looked her up on the Internet that night, I was horrified. This was a woman so gargantuan, the doctors had to seal off most of her stomach; so fat, she needed weight-loss surgery just to live.

Was this really where I was headed? Was I really that big? I was suddenly acutely aware of my body in a way I never had been before. I was aware that I didn't measure up.

Instead of getting motivated, I threw in the towel. I stopped caring. No one in my family was around. No one was watching. It just didn't seem to matter. And it was easier to enjoy a piece of chocolate cake right this minute than to eat apples and broccoli every day and night so that a year or two in the future my body would be slimmer. It felt like a lost cause.

Things started going downhill rapidly.

Now that Sadie had called me fat, the other girls started doing it too, and none of the coaches stopped them.

"Fat ass!"

"Whale!"

"Bubble butt!"

They'd squeal and make oink-oink noises when I ran down the mat in tumbling practice.

"Look at that piggy go!"

"Jiggle all the way!"

"I'm surprised she doesn't bust through the floorboards."

I quit soon after that.

Seven years — and more than seventy pounds — later, here I am.

Fat.

Really, and truly, fat.

I turned to photography after I left cheerleading behind. It was a natural fit for me. I like capturing life. And as long as I'm the one taking the pictures, I don't have to be in them. I don't like being in them.

My shrink would tell you I have intimacy issues.

I see Dr. Paige on Mondays. For a long time I thought this was her last name, but it's actually not. Her last name is Norris, but she insists on being called Dr. Paige. I guess she's trying to be sleek and hip, like Dr. Phil or something.

Dr. Paige is a psychologist and a psychiatrist. This is quite a unique achievement. She has a PhD and an MD. Which means she can both talk me into a stupor and ply me with pills.

It was my pediatrician, Dr. Gibbons, who first noticed I seemed stressed and anxious.

"Ryan's showing signs of depression," he told my mom, while I sat there, squirming around in his office chair. I hate when people discuss me like I'm not there. I also hate Dr. Gibbons's chairs, which are about as roomy and comfortable as your standard airplane seat. (I guess that's what I get for going to a pediatrician at sixteen.) "She's not sleeping, she's having trouble concentrating on her work, and she feels hopeless sometimes, like her life will never come together," he said. "Oh, and her eating's very disordered."

Great. There it was again. It seemed I couldn't go five minutes without my weight cropping up in the conversation.

"I think Ryan could really benefit from medication, cognitive therapy, or both." He suggested Zoloft, and my mother balked.

"Ryan's only sixteen! How can she need Zoloft at sixteen?"

"Depression is not an age-specific condition," Dr. Gibbons said. "It affects the young and the old. And it's quite common in adolescent girls." He recited some disturbing statistics about teenagers and mental health. Ten minutes later my mother was on the phone, booking an appointment for me with Dr. Paige.

"She's very good," Dr. Gibbons said, writing out a prescription for 50 mgs of Zoloft. As an afterthought, he gave me Klonopin, which is a smooth little antianxiety med. It's nice stuff. I could probably make a pretty penny selling it at school if I wanted to. But I don't. I'd rather take them. "I think you'll find Dr. Paige's treatment beneficial."

I didn't.

"Give it some time," Mom said.

It's been six months, and I still find the sessions grating.

Dr. Paige is young and perky and full of opinions. She didn't like the fact that Dr. Gibbons gave me Zoloft and Klonopin, though she agreed to keep me on them for the time being. She's a big fan of talk therapy, and her method of treatment involves role-playing games ("I'll be your mother, and you practice saying all the things you've been holding back") and homework assignments. She has a tear-off notepad that says Freudian Slips on the top and has her name stamped underneath that. Each week she writes down a goal for me to complete over the next seven days.

Sometimes they're silly: Eat an ice-cream sundae in public! Sometimes they're tedious: Draw an emotional timeline, showing how your weight has changed in relation to your feelings. But they usually involve food, my body, or some combination of the two.

I know how pathetic this probably sounds, but, rest assured, this is not a sad story. Oh, there are dark parts in it, to be sure.

But it's like my mother likes to say: It's always darkest before the dawn. I've never been a fan of that phrase. It's cheesy, clichéd. And I'm not much of an optimist, even on my best days. I'm cynical. Easily depressed. And I always think I have the world figured out. (A lot of the time it seems like I do.)

But every once in a while the world throws me a curveball, the kind of hit you never see coming.

I guess this was one of those things; he was one of those things.

Because I never could have seen him — never could have seen any of this — coming.

Copyright © 2007 by Johanna Edwards

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  • Posted December 21, 2011

    Not Recommended

    Such a shallow novel- it pushes the point of 'loving one's self' but ultimately fails to do just that for it's main character.

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  • Posted October 1, 2009

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    Even since 5th grade when Ryan was labeled a FAT GIRL at cheerleading camp, things have been a bit rocky. While she may not have been that fat then, the pounds have creeped on since her brother's sickness. Now she's about to start her senior year of high school without her BFFF (best fat friend forever) who is spending the first semester in CA with her dad. Now Ryan's trying to work out her issues, including her feelings for her used to be best guy friend, her anger against her mother and her brother, and coming to terms with the song that her ex-boyfriend (now a rockstar on the cover of Rolling Stone) wrote for her. Can she wrap her head around everything and still manage to stay true to herself?

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  • Posted October 30, 2008

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    Reviewed by coollibrarianchick for TeensReadToo.com

    Sometimes we need to read chick lit. Chick lit books are so much fun to read. Especially the ones where the girl goes from ugly duckling to swan metaphorically or meets Prince Charming after round after round of bad luck with other men. Pair a read like that with a lounge chair and a pool and your day is made. If you are looking for good chick lit, you should try Jo Edwards. She writes chick lit for both teens and adults. <BR/><BR/>I just finished her newest book for teens, GO FIGURE. It was easy to read - I finished it in just a couple of hours. It was an entertaining romp about a fat girl named Ryan Burke who, despite the extra baggage she carries, is a great girl who deserves to have everything that ¿skinny¿ girls get. Jo Edwards shows us through Ryan's voice what it means it to be <BR/>overweight in the world today.<BR/><BR/>In 6th grade she weighed 128 pounds ¿¿" not the ideal weight for being a cheerleader. She was constantly teased, which really made her self-esteem plummet. Instead of doing something positive about her weight, nipping it in the bud, she let it spiral upward and out of control. It is so easy to hide behind the fat, which Ryan does throughout high school. Insecurities can do you in. Yet she still sits at the popular table at lunch. This just goes to show that fat girls can be popular; fat girls can have lots of friends. <BR/><BR/>It is the boyfriend area that Ryan doesn't excel in. Most of the relationships that she has been in, not that there were that many, the fat issue hindered things from progressing. Unfortunately, fat girls don't get the hot guys. Maybe in a fairy tale it does but not in real life. The longest relationship she had was with a guy who is now a big shot celebrity. He went from geek to sheik. He's been on the cover of Rolling Stone and you can read about him in the celebrity gossip columns. <BR/><BR/>Whether fat or thin, Ryan is going to make the most of her senior year. She has a lot going for her; besides being funny, smart, and popular, Ryan just got accepted into a prestigious photography class with a famous photographer. Interestingly, the ¿boy next door¿ turned ¿hunk when he got to high school¿ is in the same class. Eons ago, they used to be best friends but now move in different circles. <BR/><BR/>Can this class turn two old friends into something more? Can she make peace with her size and live her life to the fullest? You will have to read the book to find out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2008

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    Go figure was such an incredible book. It tells the story of a 'fat' girl, and the struggles she goes through with life and more importantly, herself. The ending of this book made me smile and gave me the biggest pleasure. This is such a great book, i suggest you pick it up and read it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2008

    Amazing. Epitomization of the Overweight Girl

    I read it in one day with only a few 5 minute breaks moving from class to class. I enjoyed every second of it and ignored my teachers to finish it. =] It was as if I had told the author my story and they had recorded it, rewrote with different details, and then published it. It was great and it made me feel better. I highly recommend it.

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