Jemima J (Jane Green)

I loved this book. This book is what Chicklit is all about. Fun, easy with laugh-out moments. British writers, I have found, seem to have a grasp on writing the true chicklit, what their counterparts the American writers seem to lack. American chicklit writers tend to turn what should be a fun read into something serious. With the exception of Meg Cabot. I'm sure (and hope) there is more out there, but as of yet I have not found any others who have been able to capture the Chicklit style. I have heard some critism claiming the book is insulting and not taking the issue of self-esteem and body image seriously. I say, if you're looking for that type of book then I suggest you pick up a woman's fiction novel (think Danielle Steele, Jodi Picoult). This is Chicklit. Pure to the core.

The following is the blurb for the backcover: Jemima Jones is overweight. About seven stone overweight. Treated like a slave by her thin and bitchy flatmates, lorded over at the Kilburn Herald by the beautiful Geraldine (less talented, but better paid), her only consolation is food. What with that and her passion for her charming, sexy colleague Ben, she knows her life needs changing. But can Jemima reinvent herself? Should she? A brilliantly funny, honest novel about ugly ducklings and swans, about attraction, addiction and the meaning of true love.