Take Bridget Jones and Sex and the City, subtract the humanity and the light, and you're left with Jane Green's Jemima J, an indictment of the late 90s and all the rollerblading and suede that came with them. We're treated to some world-class fat shaming here, along with very early catfishing, staggering generalizations, and characters that are tanned, starving husks of people meat, their souls having long departed if they were ever there at all. And do not fear: if you wait around long enough and lose so much weight that the man of your dreams no longer recognizes you, you just might just get him to love you back. xoxo, JJ

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