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Fiction.
Literature.
Romance.
Humor (Fiction.)
HTML:Soon to be a Lifetime movie called "Lying to be Perfect"
When Nola Devlin is turned down for her dream job because she's overweight, she decides to become thin-or, at least, pretend to be. The alter ego she creates-the thin, British, hip, and did we mention thin Belinda Apple-is a smashing success who is offered movie proposals, national television appearances and even dates...though no one's met her in person, of course.
Then Nola takes Belinda a bit too far, and is forced to join "The Cinderella Pact" and drop the pounds. As the weight comes off, however, Nola's problems begin to mount.
I stayed up WAY past my bedtime engrossed in this novel about a thirty-something overweight magazine writer who gets turned down for a sweet job as an ethics columnist for Sass! magazine only to be hired when she resubmits her entire application as Belinda Apple, a woman with a hot body and fashionable pink cowboy boots.
Unfortunately, Belinda Apple's validity is eventually questioned and an investigative search begins to discover her true identity.
Meanwhile, overweight Nola makes "The Cinderella Pact" to shed weight with her two best friends, Nancy and Deb, who are also battling their own weight-induced demons.
I enjoyed the way Strohmeyer wove the two narratives--the work-related plot and the weight-management plot--and tied them together like a bow in the end.
I am going out right now to find The Sleeping Beauty Proposal! ( )
I thought this was a cute book and it was a quick read. It had a very typical chick lit plot but there was humor and the main character was very easy to identify with. Forgettable but fun. ( )
Finished it last night. Had my first IBS attack in a month but a very bad one. hardly slept so I just read and read. Glad I had this book with me. I liked it. I liked the main character and just enjoyed the book. ( )
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For Lisa, of course.
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Información procedente del conocimiento común inglés.Edita para encontrar en tu idioma.
We are all Cinderellas, no matter what our size.
Citas
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In Sass! land, Lori's evil has no power over the good witch that is Belinda Apple.
When you've known Nancy as long as I have, you know it's risky to confront her without comprehensive insurance coverage.
The rubbernecking patrons in the restaurant sheepishly turn away from us, the car wreck of feminine destruction in their midst.
"I wish I had a magic wand that could make us instantly thin," I say. "And then we could walk in the door and he would rush to seat us at the table by the window and we could bust him and his fat-phobic ways on the spot."
By the time I get home, I've been sitting so much that I'm exhausted.
I start to cry, the image of my Audi Fox holding all my coming-of-age memories squished into a tuna can.
Daydreaming is something I do regularly and, may I say, I do well. I have daydreamed all my life. I can't remember not daydreaming. In fourth grade I could tell you the names I had given the leaves on the tree outside our classroom window. Or the fairies and elves that lived in its roots. My grade point average hovered at a C- in fourth grade.
Deb, however, is riveted, her posture straight, her face beaming like a repentant prostitute at a tent revival.
On the back of a leaflet is a model of a patient's dinner plate. There is one tiny circle for meat. A tinier circle for vegetables. And a teeny weenie circle for fruit. As a kid I had dolls who ate more.
He's a slick gray cat. Untrustworthy and possibly criminally insane.
Men are assessing me quickly and, just as quickly, rejecting me, while women are giving me looks that indicate I am both overdressed and overweight.
There's not enough time for me to react, so I stand there with all the acuity of a transfixed deer, my brain trying to catch up to what just happened.
Somewhere along the way I have become a robot, under Chip's command. This, I think, is how serial killers murder women.
His testosterone levels are wilting my dried flower arrangements.
I contemplate sawing a circle in the floor and falling through it à la Wile E. Coyote.
OK. On paper, this is the most insulting thing that's ever been said to me before by a semiacquaintance of the male persuasion.
It's as though Chip has just shot the elephant in the room and has even taken the extra trouble to have the carcass bagged and stuffed.
I check my messages with the degree of vigilance more akin to a nuclear monitoring facility than a girl who enjoyed one and a half dates with a guy.
Like my third-grade teacher warned me, daydreaming would do me no good. Especially when I daydream about being in love.
I've also toned my arms and even my abs substantially thanks to an excruciating Carmen Diva Tae-Bo DVD, though if I am ever fortunate enough to meet Ms. Diva on the street, I feel it is only fair to hurt her as she has hurt me.
"That imagination of yours. Even as a little girl you took it too far, though then it was sweet because you were a princess in the land of make believe, riding a unicorn. Now you're in Los Angeles stuck in traffic. Really, Nola, perhaps it's time for you to get some professional help."
Rodeo Drive is pristine and white and I worry that even window shopping as we drive by will ring up a charge on my Visa bill.
A group of women in white capri pants and sleeveless tops stroll past us down Santa Monica Boulevard, their arms laden with yellow and white shopping bags. Their hair is blond without being brassy. Their tans are tan without appearing burnt or sprayed on. They are all honey and grace and put my Malibu Barbie to shame. I have definite doubts that we are the same species, me and them.
"Well, in Sweet Dream's minds you are Belinda so let's pretend, just for today. This is L.A., after all, the land of make believe."
In front of me are two long, long legs rising to a teeny white bikini bottom and a bellybutton ring in a slim waist rising to a bust that's so huge it blocks off the sun like a solar eclipse.
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And then he bends and kisses me in such a thoroughly IMAX sexy way that the bridesmaids break out in applause and my father lets out a groan loud enough to drown the church bells.
Fiction.
Literature.
Romance.
Humor (Fiction.)
HTML:Soon to be a Lifetime movie called "Lying to be Perfect"
When Nola Devlin is turned down for her dream job because she's overweight, she decides to become thin-or, at least, pretend to be. The alter ego she creates-the thin, British, hip, and did we mention thin Belinda Apple-is a smashing success who is offered movie proposals, national television appearances and even dates...though no one's met her in person, of course.
Then Nola takes Belinda a bit too far, and is forced to join "The Cinderella Pact" and drop the pounds. As the weight comes off, however, Nola's problems begin to mount.
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