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The F Word
by Liza Palmer
The F Word here is not what you think, it is fat. Apparently, there was a book prior to this one and perhaps if I would have read it I would have more understanding of the background of the characters. As it was, I read this as a standalone. This is a basic chick lit novel, attempting to elevate itself by including issues of self-image, the treatment of fat people, particularly women, bullying, infidelity, and women’s struggle to “have it all”. – Spoiler Alert –
Basically, Olivia was once the fat girl, in high school. She has grown up to now be super-perfect girl, perfect husband, perfect home, perfect-car, friends, fitness, routine, and high-profile career as a celebrity publicist. You get the picture. When you are up that high, there is only one way to go.
She runs into a former crush from high school, the stereotypical “man who knew her when”, and it begins her downward trajectory. Basically her entire life is a lie and it implodes. High school jackass crush swoops in and they dance off into the sunset together. Yep. So. many. problems. The victim blaming. The lack of true apology and acceptance of responsibility without any excuses. The celebrity worship culture. The “wise crone stereotype” updated to a women’s locker room shower scene. (no, just no, get the eye bleach now) The “the protagonist needs a man, God forbid she is alone and happy at the end of the book…” High school crush Ben Dunn (been done. get it. hee. hee. wink wink, nudge, nudge. I think my eyes rolled so hard they got stuck.) is just not, well. I’m just going to stop here.
Basically, Olivia was once the fat girl, in high school. She has grown up to now be super-perfect girl, perfect husband, perfect home, perfect-car, friends, fitness, routine, and high-profile career as a celebrity publicist. You get the picture. When you are up that high, there is only one way to go.
She runs into a former crush from high school, the stereotypical “man who knew her when”, and it begins her downward trajectory. Basically her entire life is a lie and it implodes. High school jackass crush swoops in and they dance off into the sunset together. Yep. So. many. problems. The victim blaming. The lack of true apology and acceptance of responsibility without any excuses. The celebrity worship culture. The “wise crone stereotype” updated to a women’s locker room shower scene. (no, just no, get the eye bleach now) The “the protagonist needs a man, God forbid she is alone and happy at the end of the book…” High school crush Ben Dunn (been done. get it. hee. hee. wink wink, nudge, nudge. I think my eyes rolled so hard they got stuck.) is just not, well. I’m just going to stop here.