Scan barcode
A review by bookwormymegan
A Bumpy Year by Olivia Spooner
Did not finish book. Stopped at 9%.
I never ever ever EVER DNF books, but after reading this passage:
“Then there’s me. The jet-setter. The blonde with the big tits. The smart one. The one who plays the field and never lets her feelings get the better of her. Before I realize what I’ve done, the entire cake has disappeared down my gullet. I feel gross. Utterly gross and utterly alone in a city packed with petite people.”
I had to call it quits for my well-being.
I’m only 9% in, less than FIFTY PAGES, and the MC will not stop complaining about how fat she feels (she’s 5 months pregnant!) and how she needs to constantly work out to stop from gaining baby weight. Every time she eats, she talks about how fat it makes her feel, and God forbid she wants something fatty, or full of carbs, or sugary.
Not to mention she’s obsessed with not being like other women: she constantly talks about her boobs, thinks she’s more important and better than everyone around her, and is generally just a bitch. When she meets what I can only assume is one of the three love interests, she’s put off by the fact that he isn’t checking her out; she says it wouldn’t matter if he was married so she thinks he’s gay, and to test that theory she puts her boobs on the table and juts them out to get his attention.
I was so excited for this book, but I’m just angry and disgusted.
I received an eARC from NetGalley & Head of Zeus publishers in exchange for an honest review.
“Then there’s me. The jet-setter. The blonde with the big tits. The smart one. The one who plays the field and never lets her feelings get the better of her. Before I realize what I’ve done, the entire cake has disappeared down my gullet. I feel gross. Utterly gross and utterly alone in a city packed with petite people.”
I had to call it quits for my well-being.
I’m only 9% in, less than FIFTY PAGES, and the MC will not stop complaining about how fat she feels (she’s 5 months pregnant!) and how she needs to constantly work out to stop from gaining baby weight. Every time she eats, she talks about how fat it makes her feel, and God forbid she wants something fatty, or full of carbs, or sugary.
Not to mention she’s obsessed with not being like other women: she constantly talks about her boobs, thinks she’s more important and better than everyone around her, and is generally just a bitch. When she meets what I can only assume is one of the three love interests, she’s put off by the fact that he isn’t checking her out; she says it wouldn’t matter if he was married so she thinks he’s gay, and to test that theory she puts her boobs on the table and juts them out to get his attention.
I was so excited for this book, but I’m just angry and disgusted.
I received an eARC from NetGalley & Head of Zeus publishers in exchange for an honest review.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Fatphobia