Meg Cabot's new novel/thinly-veiled memoir, and sequel to her unfortunately best-selling Size 12 is Not Fat, is a self-indulgent piece of garbage. In her purported quest to bolster the self-esteem of overweight college women, Cabot creates a catty main character who stereotypes not only overweight women, but also fit women, New Yorkers and the Greek system.
Her writing is atrocious-on one page, four paragraphs begin with the phrase, "And, okay"-and it's obvious she hasn't researched a single word. Size two or size 26, you will finish this book feeling worse than you did when you started. Our advice? Don't start.
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