Moose: A Memoir

Oh no. This is why I hate promising myself I will  do a quick blurb on every book I read…because sometimes, the books I read are, well, um…not my favorite and I hate to type the words because someday I wanna write a book too and well, karma.

Anyhow. I gave this book 2/5 stars on Goodreads. (Maybe 1.5 if I had the choice.)

I’m a fat girl. I was a fat kid. A fat teen. And I am a fat adult. I really anticipated well, having something in common with the author when she is writing about her experiences being fat…as a child/preteen.

And therein lies my problem. I didn’t find myself relating to her at all. In fact I don’t think I liked her very much from the start. As an adult the author has obviously overcome her weight problem from her youth so much so that while she speaks of being pregnant with her twins and being told by her doctor to GAIN WEIGHT (you know for the health of the babies) she instead is reluctant and well, seemingly self-absorbed. I can’t even begin to understand how someone wouldn’t want to look “fat” while carrying twins and not eat. Are you kidding me? TWO BABIES. Not fat. I can’t imagine being a person who is worried about everything that goes in to her mouth while pregnant with twins, imagining her post-pregnancy weight problem. Or even worse…imagining the babies weight problems.

Ugh.

Seriously? Ugh.

Just not my type of person that’s all. And since the book was a memoir well…yeah.

Even the stories of her time at camp, she was the *thin* fat girl which made her *popular* yada yada yada. Again, not my kind of person.

Hence the rating. I finished the book…hoping the last chapters might show a different side of the woman today after reliving her youth but it was more of the same “I can’t get fat!!!” cries for attention, while carrying twins.

I love her writing style, I love how honest she is…and how she tells her story. I just am not fond of the story.

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