28. Conversations with the Fat Girl

by Liza Palmer – This novel is definitely chick lit, and it touched, amused and annoyed me. The “touched” and “amused” reactions would please the author, as they were the desired reactions, but the annoyance would not. I grew irritated with the protagonist’s constant need to fill the aching void that is her life without a man and at her obsession with her own physical flaws. Is that really all women in their mid-20s think about, as suggested by the novel?? Maybe I’m just too old to remember, but these things don’t mesh with my memory of myself at that age… or of my close friends then. If it is a case of selective memory on my part, I can only be grateful that I’ve left that kind of insecurity far, far behind. (finished 5/26)