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Big Girls Bounce

Lulu Dean

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Recommended Age: 18+
Reviewed By: Lee-Ann Graff-Vinson
Blog Reviewed For: Great Minds Think Aloud
Rating: 4
A story can have the power to incite joy, happiness, and even laughter. When many of these stories are placed...Read full review
Diane

rated it2 of 5 stars
almost 4 years ago

Shelves:2012-books
I thought this book was short stories about size-positive women. It seems to be a collection of random unconnected anecdotes from the life of the author who is, apparently, a plus-sized woman herself but I didnt find the anecdotes overly size-positive. They are riddled w...Read full review
Lee-Ann

rated it4 of 5 stars
over 3 years ago

A story can have the power to incite joy, happiness, and even laughter. When many of these stories are placed into a book, the reader has no choice but to give up whatever mundane task is pressed upon them the rest of the day, and join in the hilarity of the author.
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 About the Book 

BIG GIRLS BOUNCE: Plus-Size Tales for Troubled TimesIn this collection of humorous essays, Lulu Dean takes a slightly skewed look at marriage, friendship, sex toys, the oldest boxer shorts in the world and her not so little LBD.From lightheartedMoreBIG GIRLS BOUNCE: Plus-Size Tales for Troubled TimesIn this collection of humorous essays, Lulu Dean takes a slightly skewed look at marriage, friendship, sex toys, the oldest boxer shorts in the world and her not so little LBD.From lighthearted accounts of adult passion toy parties and sisterly advice to the amusing adventures of loyal girlfriends and local nutjobs, Lulu delves into everyday subjects and extraordinary incidents with an entertaining and captivating style.About the AuthorIn her dreams, Lulu Dean has never lost a job, rarely eats twice her weight in Little Debbie Cloud Cakes and almost never holds a grudge.In the real world, however, she is the inquisitive, far from willowy and occasionally impatient author of Does This Pink Slip Make Me Look Fat?, Happy Nude Year!, Big Girls Rule, Big Girls Bounce and Bra, Humbug.Excerpt from Girdles and Corsets and Thighs, Oh My!“Go on ahead,” Shelby said to everyone as they arrived. “Grab a glass of chardonnay. Mix and mingle. And make sure you preview the top-selling Sexsational merchandise in the dining room. It’s all right there on the table along with the salty snacks and those cute wieners in pastry dough.”As I followed Inez through the living room toward the exhibit of sex toys, potato chips and nibbly goodies, someone asked Shelby to repeat what she’d just told the group.And she did, including the winning trifecta of Sexsational, dining room and cute wieners. When I turned to see who asked the question, I almost knocked a bright pink Jelly Bunny Vibratron into the ranch dip.“What is your grandmother doing here?” I asked Inez. “Isn’t she a little old for this kind of thing?”Excerpt from And This Little Wiglet Ran All the Way HomeFlorine Willoughby sat at my kitchen table with one hand wrapped around what looked like a dead ferret and the other clutching an application for the Little Miss Regal Mail In Beauty Pageant.“Let’s go over everything one more time,” I said, refilling her wine glass. “Want me to start?”“No, I can,” she said, fighting back tears. “I’m so lucky to have you as a friend, Lu.”I agreed, of course, but kept it to myself. When she’d arrived an hour earlier, I’d been right in the middle of my second piece of red velvet cake. I was having what my husband calls a “crazy vacation,” which generally involves roiling waves of emotional instability, some ugly-face crying and a blatant disregard for anything at all having to do with Jenny Craig.Or Weight Watchers.Even though I was up to my cankles in low self-esteem that day, I knew Florine was in much worse shape when she appeared on our doorstep dressed in a plaid flannel bathrobe, her husband’s Dallas Cowboys jersey and a pair of paisley leggings.“Where are your shoes?” I’d asked.“I think one’s back home in our driveway,” she’d told me. “And I threw the other one at some moron on the interstate. He kept getting in my way as I tried to pass on the shoulder.”