Fat Girl

fat girl judith mooreFat Girl made me queasy. Each time Judith Moore launched into one of her rather graphic descriptions about how people smelled my stomach rolled over. Seriously. At one point I took a ginger pill. Be warned - if you read this book you so don't want to be snacking on anything at the same time.

I'm not fat. I've never been fat. I have no idea what it's like to be fat. So I found this interesting because it's a voice I haven't really heard in my own life.

It's a very frank memoir. But I have to say that I didn't like her. At all. Despite the fact that she was unloved, abused and neglected I couldn't really seem to feel any sympathy towards her. She just wasn't likable. But I think that maybe that was the point. I think that maybe she was saying, "Look at horrible I was. Is it any wonder that my mother beat me and didn't like me? Is it any wonder that my father abandoned me? Can you blame them?" I think maybe I didn't like her because she didn't want to be liked. She painted herself in the worst way possible. Yeah, she was a kid and she did some stuff that she shouldn't have. But she was a kid.

I'm not going to recommend this book but I'm not going to not recommend it either. I can't really tell anyone to go read something that made me resort to taking something to quell nausea. But at the same time I feel that Moore's voice is important and should be heard. Read some reviews and decide for yourself (if you want someplace to start you can read Denise's review here).