Fat Girl by Judith Moore was totally depressing. Thank goodness it was short. It also came close to making me physically ill.
I don’t really like food very much. I don’t really like detailed descriptions of food. Moore is very good at the graphic descriptions I so very much hate. I almost put the book down before the end of the introduction.
I’m glad I stuck it out. As graphic as the food and fat body descriptions were, it was worth reading. As depressing and unappealing as all of the characters were, including Judith herself, it was worth reading.
It was worth reading because I have no idea what it is like to be a fat girl, yet I talk to people everyday who are “fat girls”. I have no idea what it is like to love food the way some people seem to, yet I talk to those types of people everyday. Anytime I find a book that gives me some insight into how some people might feel or behave or react, it’s worth reading. Even if it was disgusting. And depressing.
Thank goodness it was short.
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I didn’t think the food descriptions were all that graphic, vivid or revolting. Now if she went on one more time about how fat women smell bad and women in general smell bad, I might have screamed.
I didn’t find the food descriptions all that revolting either, but her sense of smell was way over the top–and that was revolting. What a depressing childhood. It’s a wonder she made it into adulthood–any clue what she’s like now–emotionally that is?