DejahEntendu, #JustFinished 13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Chick, by Mona Awad.
Ugh. Unreedeemed, imo. The main character is alternately self-absorbed and profoundly insecure. She spends her whole life bad-mouthing the people around her and I'm supposed to be happy that after 6 and a quarter hours of this immature brat, Awad ends the book with her perhaps on the brink of an epiphany? I like a good book about personal growth. This is not one.