By Kate Rockland
A smartly-written novel of 2 girls beginning at contrary ends of the scale--and discovering compromise and friendship of their trip in the direction of a hundred and fifty pounds
In the short paced lifetime of running a blog, ladies stand out: Alexis Allbright, of thin Chick, and Shoshana Weiner, who writes fats and superb. either have over 5 million dependable readers. either are hungry for achievement. however the similarities cease there.
With over a hundred kilos at the scale keeping apart them, weight isn't their basically distinction. Alexis is a loner who's so bitchy the single one who can stand her corporation is her homosexual ally Billy. She supplies neurotic New Yorkers a run for his or her cash together with her strict day-by-day exercise session regimen, and weighing of nutrition. Shoshana is Alexis’s contrary. residing in Jersey with rowdy roommates, she is somebody who “collects friends,” as her mom places it; and treasures a lifetime of increasing circles...and waistlines.
When either look as panelists on a favored speak exhibit, their lives intersect in methods neither may have imagined. In turns comedic, heartwarming--and customary to any girl who's ever stepped on a scale--Alexis and Shoshana detect they've got way more in universal than both can have potentially imagined, and extra importantly, anything to provide.
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Say hey to Luke. Tell him to come round if he ... fuck ... I dunno man ... " "Ok, I'll do that. " I've only got one suit. Luckily, it's black. My parents got it for me about a year ago or something. They said it'd be useful to have for important occasions. I think this'll be the first time I wear it. I put the suit on without thinking too much. I'll have to start walking to the funeral soon. "Oh. " That's my mother's way of saying I look scruffy. I tell her it's ok and walk into the conservatory to look for my wallet, which I think I might have left there last night somewhere.
I don't think we are. We can't be because I'm not talking. I'm listening. I'm half listening, but there are no real answers to anything she's saying so I don't need to listen properly. The car stops at some lights. I want to get out and walk off somewhere but I can't because I know that would upset my mother and she's sick. I look at the sky instead. I have to squint. I'm tired. I want to put the radio on so we don't have to talk to each other, or I mean, so she doesn't have to talk to me. " She turns it on for me.
I can imagine it real well. Clearing out blockages between him and me. After about ten seconds he's back. "Yeah - I was calling to see if you were around. " "Yeah. It does. " I don't know why I laughed. It felt like it was probably meant to cover a lot of stuff. Luke's dad is fucking dead. ''l\hh man. Haha. " I picture Alex pushing his hair back. It looks greasy. I picture a red t-shirt too. Don't know why. It must fit the way I see him. I look at the clock on my mobile phone: "Err ... " I thought that would be funny.