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Gwendolyn "Dough" X doesn't think she has much going for her—she carries a few extra pounds, her family struggles with their small bakery in a town full of millionaires, and the other kids at her New Jersey high school don't seem to know that she exists. Thank the stars for her longtime boyfriend, Philip P. Wishman—or "Wish." He moved away to California three years ago, when they were 13, but then professed his love for her via email, and he's been her long-distance BF ever ...
Gwendolyn "Dough" X doesn't think she has much going for her—she carries a few extra pounds, her family struggles with their small bakery in a town full of millionaires, and the other kids at her New Jersey high school don't seem to know that she exists. Thank the stars for her longtime boyfriend, Philip P. Wishman—or "Wish." He moved away to California three years ago, when they were 13, but then professed his love for her via email, and he's been her long-distance BF ever since.
At the beginning of her junior year, though, Wish emails that he's moving back to Jersey. Great, right? Well, except that Dough has gained about 70 pounds since the last time Wish saw her, while Wish—according to his Facebook photos—has morphed into a blonde god. Convinced that she'll be headed for Dumpsville the minute Wish lays eyes on her, Dough delays their meeting as long as she possibly can.
But when she sees Wish at school, something amazing happens. He looks at Dough like she's just as gorgeous as he is. But Wish is acting a little weird, obsessed with the sun and freaked out by rain. And the creepy new guy working at the bakery, Christian, is convinced that there's more to Wish's good looks than just healthy eating and lots of sun. He tells Dough that a mark on Wish's neck marks him as a member of the Luminati—an ancient cult of astrologers who can manipulate the stars to improve their lives. Is Wish and Dough's love meant to be—or are they star-crossed?
It takes dark magic to make attractive people love fat girls.
Gwendolyn ("Dough") is fat —and lest readers think she might have other characteristics, Gwen speaks of nothing else. Her "cheeks look like two fat red balloons" or "two giant pimples on the verge of popping." For four years, Gwen's been carrying on an e-mail relationship with her childhood best friend, Wish, who moved to California at 12. Now Wish—whose Facebook photos all depict a tanned surfer god— is returning home, horrifying Gwen. Yet inexplicably, the boy who's been her BFF since first grade still likes her, despite being rich, popular and attractive! There must be something creepy afoot, and indeed there is. Through defeating the devastating magic that would destroy her home, Gwen learns to love her body (more or less), but not before regaling readers with overwhelming self-loathing: "I cringe as I force away the mental image of him ... Touching the folds of flesh that weren't there all those years ago." Final messages about inner beauty are drowned in waves of fat hate and eating-as-disorder.
Skip this one, and try Charles Butler's The Fetch of Mardy Watt (2004) instead, a far superior fantasy about a self-loathing fat heroine and her male best friend. Readers who are looking for high-school pettiness should go for Nico Medina's Fat Hoochie Prom Queen (2008). (Paranormal romance. 12-16)
For the first time in four years, I've lost my appetite.
I mean, how can I think of eating when I can't even breathe?
"Look at her," my little sister, Evie, sings. "She's lost in love."
Evie has obviously been listening to my mother's eighties tapes too much. Love is the last thing on my mind. The first thing is sheer terror. Second is hopelessness. Third is a desire to run away, far away, into the night, screaming like a banshee.
I stare at the screen of my computer. My hands shake on the keyboard. I can just make out a bit of my reflection: my cheeks look like two fat red balloons, glistening in the sunlight slashing through my bedroom window. Evie and my mom hover above me, peering over my shoulders at another daily email from Wish. Normally I'd never let them within a five-mile radius of one of our top secret lovefests, but the five-alarm wail that escaped from my mouth must have made them think I'd just read that the island of Cellar Bay was sinking into the ocean.
At this point, that would be happy news.
MOM got a condo in Cellarton! Guess she couldn't STAND to be on the same island as MY DAD, ha ha! It's right by the bridge to Cellar Bay, though.
"Why didn't you tell us Wish is coming back here?" my mom asks, kneading my shoulder like I'm one of her famous breads.
If I had known, she would have, too. It would have been obvious. I would have sworn off white cream donuts and Tae-Boed myself into a stupor. Squirreled away some of my earnings from the bakery to buy a hot new wardrobe, and invested the rest in that miracle acne cure celebrities are always peddling on infomercials. Now there's no time. I'd need a year to get back to my twelve-year-old self. And a fairy godmother. Instead, my long-distance boyfriend, Philip P. Wishman III, will be on a collision course with planet Gwendolyn, all 234 pounds of her, in, oh, t minus seventy-six hours.
My mom studies the email. "Does it say why he's coming back?"
I shrug, numb. Because he wants to prove to me that just when you think your life is at its absolute suckiest, it can always get worse?
"We'll have him over for dinner," she says, completely oblivious to my meltdown.
"Ma, you want to welcome him, not kill him," Evie points out.
Though my mom knows everything about baking, that's where her knowledge of food ends. My mom's fanciest dinners are really prepared by Mrs. Paul or the Gorton's fisherman. But her culinary skills, or lack thereof, are the least of my concerns. I read the last line again:
I can't wait to see you IN PERSON finally and KISS my BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND. It's been like a DREAM for me for SO LONG!!!
Wish has a knack for unnecessarily capitalizing everything and overusing exclamation points, like a ten-year-old girl, which is something I never realized until we started emailing back and forth each day. At first, I didn't mind it, but now it annoys me. Of course, maybe I wouldn't be annoyed if I wasn't so sure his enthusiasm was going to totally deflate within seconds of seeing me. He doesn't know I'm not worthy of three exclamation points. I'm probably not even worthy of a measly comma. The only recent pictures I've sent him were from the neck up, or so fuzzed out that I looked like the Blob in drag. But none of this is my fault. It's his fault for deciding to let his mother take him across the country to L.A. to live with his wacko grandmother when his parents split up. It's his fault for leaving me so heartbroken and alone that the first thing I did after watching his mother's BMW pull away was sit in the back room of the bakery and eat an entire tray of cannoli. His fault for sending me a daily email for the past four years, making me salivate so much for a kiss from him that all I could do to tell my mouth to behave was fill it with jelly donuts. His fault.
"He can't come back here," I say, digging my fingernails into the skin of my fleshy thighs, which somehow seem even bigger than they did when I woke up this morning. "Our relationship is perfect the way it is."
Evie snorts. "You're so weird, Dough."
I bury my face in my hands. That's another thing. I have no social life. No friends. Nothing normal, non-weird people have. Nothing, except him.
And twenty bucks says soon I won't even have that.
First let me explain something about the kissing, or lack thereof. Wish and I have been best friends ever since first grade, when we fought over Curious George at Cellar Bay Elementary School, this little brick building on Main where we were two of a handful of students. But a love for that cheeky monkey wasn't the only thing we had in common, we realized. Soon we were the complete-each-other's-sentences kind of friends. We were always together, like peanut butter and jelly.
We stayed best friends until right before junior high, when he moved away. That was when his parents split up and his mom took him to live with her mother, Grandma Bertha, this real nutcase of a woman who always used to talk about auras and astrology and that kind of crap. The one time she visited Jersey, she told me that my aura was black and dead and that I was invading her peace, which was just fine with me, because she was obviously insane. I felt bad that a normal guy like Wish had to live with such a creepy old lady.
So anyway, our relationship didn't develop into a boyfriend-girlfriend thing until he'd been in California for a while. After we'd emailed back and forth for two months, he asked me out. In real life, Wish is a total wuss when it comes to his feelings, like most guys, but he turned out to be a lot more confident in email. I could tell he was lonely at his new swanky private school in L.A., because he kept saying how much he missed me and how he would never find another girl like me.
Posted January 29, 2011
Do looks matter? Are they worth compromising your life in order to appear as something you are not? These ideas are explored in Starstruck. I read this one straight through and really enjoyed it. I thought Gwendolyn "Dough" is very likable and sympathetic although she doesn't make you feel sorry for her. She knows she has gained weight and doesn't look like she did when her best friend, Wish, moves to California. Wish has his own secrets and feels as unloved as Dough does, except he has a secret about his appearance. Having a gorgeous, thin, younger sister, Evie, doesn't help her self esteem either.
Dough is constantly berating herself for her weight and when Christian comes to work in the bakery with her, she finds he doesn't talk down to her and treats her as a normal person. I think Dough takes quite a bit away from her talks with Christian even though he is a minor character. He helps Dough solve the mystery around her boyfriend. Things get weird when Wish moves back to New Jersey from California and looks like a movie star. He doesn't seem to notice that Dough has changed. Dough flirts with the popular group through Wish and finds that they are as shallow as she has imagined.
The ending caught me a bit off guard and it is pretty magical. I think this is best suited for teens over 14 and there are mentions of sexual situations, underage drinking and sexual situations although nothing graphic. I received this book at no charge from Book It Forward in exchange for my honest review.
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Posted August 5, 2014
The nursery is a small cavern in a huge boulder with soft, cushiony moss lining the floor like a carpet and several cozy moss nests for kits and queens. Bushes and flowers grow here as well, and there is always a bounty of mossballs to play with. Holes in the ceiling provide for sunlight during the day, and starlight and moonlight during the night.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 25, 2012
This book is about Gwendolyn a.k.a. Dough and how her life changes once her boyfriend of four years, Wish, moves back in town for junior year. Once he moves back though, Dough does not know what to do since while over the four years, she gained seventy punds, Wish has developed into the perfect guy that looks better than any model. Dough's co worjer though, suspects that Wish is part of a secretive cult, the Luminati, people who believe they can control the stars for their own good.
While the concept is original, I could not get past Dough's point of view. Written in first point of view in Dough's perpective, I felt like all Dough was doing for the first fourteen chapters was complain about how fat and miserable she was. I wanted the main character to have a little self respect. Finally, she did, but it felt forced and she kept second guessing herself and Wish's motives for dating her. Several times she actually asked Wish whether or not he wanted to break up with her.
The other main problem in this book was whether or not Wish belonged to a mysterious cult, the Luminati, or not. While this one introduced as a main problem, it was introduced late in this 245 page novel and the happy ending seemed a bit too much. While this book was original, it seemed a bit rushed and half of the book I loathed Dough. I don't necessarily reccommend this book, this book isn't horrible. If your up for an original read, go ahead. This book was worse than I thought it was, but it does make you think. A lot of people like this book, so take the chane to find out you opinion of it.
Posted September 28, 2011
This was the sweetest book-- I just loved the relationship between Dough and Wish. And it's totally different from any other book out there. Highly recommend!
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Posted July 19, 2011
Posted July 13, 2011
STARSTRUCK, by Cyn Balog, is a refreshing contemporary story of a not-so-normal girl who experiences a bit of the supernatural. When her best friend/long-distance boyfriend moves back to her hometown, Dough feels that he will take one look at her and run the other way. She is surprised to realize that he wants to be with her more than ever, even though she has become overweight over the years.
I really enjoyed this book. Balog created a main character that was amazing and funny, even when others did not attempt to get to know her. Even though Dough is overweight and she does not have any friends, she is extremely confident in her actions. She loves who she is, even though sometimes she wished she was in a smaller package. I think this is a great book for those who need a little more confidence in their life. Dough is truly inspirational.
Dough's only weakness was Wish. When he returns from LA, he is gorgeous and instantly popular. She fears that he will want to leave her when he sees that she is no longer her twelve-year old self that he left. But when he only has eyes for her, she suspects not everything is as it seems. When she meets Christian, a strange and quiet guy who now is employed at her family bakery, all is unraveled and Dough is the only one who can convince Wish to right his wrongs.
I won't ruin the surprise but I was definitely shocked by the supernatural element in this book. Balog stretched my imagination and brought forth some new and dangerous activities in this world that created more harm than good.
Overall this was a pretty awesome book. I loved the world and characters that Balong visualized. And she expressed some issues that are affecting today's youth in the pursuit of popularity and making the outside prettier than the inside.
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