Diary of a Mad Fat Girl
Feb 10, 2012
Author: Stephanie McAfee
Publisher: NAL (Penguin)
Publication Date: Feb 7, 2011
Originally self published in Dec. 2010 (ebook)
ISBN: 978-0-451-23649-4
This is a true author Cinderella success story. A first time author, Stephanie self-published this as an ebook only. It shot up the New York Times best seller list and was snatched up by Penguin... all within a year!
This is a funny, raunchy book. Ace, Lilly and Chloe would be right at home with the Bridesmaid (movie) gang. They are tight friends from college who all now work at the local high school. When Chloe is chucked down the stairs by her husband at the same time Lilly is fired for consorting with a student all hell breaks loose in a most hilarious manner.
Two things happen. Lilly and Ace decide to catch Chloe's husband in the act of cheating while at the same time absolve Lilly from the set-up that got her fired. This leads to hilarious hijinks which involve dressing in drag queen clothing, stalking, potted plant attacks, several go rounds in the county jail and a complete inability to figure out how to work a camera. All of this while dragging a Chiweenie around with them.
Stephanie knows how to throw the one liners and double take sentences around like you wouldn't believe. I snorted my way through most of the book. She is someone I'd love to go to a bar with and watch her in action.........but I highly suspect I'd need to be bailed out of jail later in the evening.
You can find her upcoming events HERE, including a local event in my hometown of Atlanta on February 16th!
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Excerpt from Chapter 1 below:
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All of my bags are packed and I’m ready to go. If I had some white shoe polish, I’d do like we did in the ‘90s and scribble “Panama City Beach or BUST” on my back windshield.
Spring break is finally here and for the next week, I’m a free woman. No students to teach, no projects to grade, no paintbrushes to wash, and, best of all, no bitchy Catherine Hilliard riding my ass like a fat lady on a Rascal.
I’m sick of her and I’m tired of my job and I need a vacation worse than Nancy Grace needs a chill pill. I wish we were leaving tonight. I squeeze a lime into my beer and head out the back door with Señor Buster Loo Bluefeather hot on my heels. While Buster Loo does speedy-dog crazy eights around my flower beds, I flip on the multi-colored Christmas lights, settle into my overstuffed lounger, and start daydreaming about white sandy beaches, piña coladas, and hot men in their twenties.
My phone dings and in the two seconds it takes me to look at the caller ID, I wish a thousand times it was a text from Mason McKenzie.
I wouldn’t give Mason McKenzie the time of day, and he knows I wouldn’t give him the time of day, so it's ridiculous for me to wish that he would text me, but I still do. Every day.
Of course, it’s not a text from him; it’s one from my best bud, Lilly Lane.
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Reviewed by Idgie. If you would like to have the Dew review a book, please contact me at dewonthekudzu@gmail.com
