Big Girl Panties
by Stephanie Evanovich
Blurb:
Big Girl Panties by Stephanie Evanovich,
I Wanted to Love This and I Am FRUSTRATED That I Didn't Fully Get There!
Let me tell you how this book ended up in my
hands, I was on a mission to actually READ my physical TBR instead of just
letting it collect dust and look pretty on my shelves. Big Girl Panties made
the cut and I went in with genuine hope and an open heart. The premise pulled
me in immediately, a woman navigating grief, learning to trust again, finding
herself in the most unexpected places. That is the kind of story that should
have had me SOBBING and cheering in equal measure. And parts of it did. But
then other parts had me putting the book down to collect myself for entirely
different reasons!
Let's start with what worked because there
IS good here. Watching the FMC slowly lower her walls and let someone in after
losing her husband was genuinely beautiful. The friendship that bloomed between
them before anything romantic developed felt real and tender and earned. Grief
is heavy and complicated and isolating and this book captured that truth in
ways that genuinely moved me. Watching her learn to trust again, to let someone
see her and stay, that part of their story was everything!
But then there is the other side of this
book and I need to talk about it because it sat in my stomach like a stone the
entire time I was reading!
The mansplaining. OH the mansplaining. The
absolute audacity of a man deciding he knows better, deciding that the body
someone is living in makes them less worthy of basic human decency, genuinely
turned my stomach. The idea that you could look at another human being and
reduce them entirely to the SIZE of the body they are carrying around BAFFLES
me. It enrages me. Because bodies are just bodies. They are the vessels we
exist in and not a single one of them determines a person's worth, their
lovability, or their right to take up space in this world!
And the fetishization, I cannot let that go
without saying something. There is a way to write a plus size FMC with love and
care and intention. A way that honors her fullness as a person rather than
treating her body as either a problem to be fixed or an exotic thing to be desired
DESPITE herself. This book walked a very uncomfortable line and more than once
crossed it in ways that made me wince!
Then, THEN, having everyone around her
constantly remind her that she isn't his type like she hadn't already looked at
him with her own two eyes and figured that out herself?! She KNOWS. She has
always known. She did not need a single person to pull her aside and explain
that to her like she was missing something obvious. That was not concern, that
was cruelty dressed up as caring and it drove me absolutely up the wall!
Did I hate this book? No. There is a story
underneath all of that discomfort that genuinely has heart. But it needed so
much more decorum, so much more intentionality, and so much more RESPECT for
its leading lady than it ultimately delivered. She deserved better from the
people around her and honestly, she
deserved better from the book itself.
I am choosing to believe she knew her worth
the entire time even when no one else in those pages did. ππ₯


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