The Little Giant of Aberdeen County by Tiffany Baker
Admit it, what in this world do we hate more than a fat woman? Oh, we may pretend otherwise . . . oh, perhaps some of our best friends are fat women. Or, ohhhhhh, perhaps we are the fat women. In that case, we are duty-bound to hate ourselves. In the case of our best friends, well, then we can be grateful. Because if we’re lucky, they are fatter than we are—by many sizes.
Motherless Trudy Plaice isn’t just fat—she’s wondrously outsized. Colossal. A little giant whose mother died giving birth. And as clumsily large and homely as she is, her older sister is the opposite. Perhaps Serena Jane is too pretty, and the gods frown on her, because she soon becomes the unwholesome interest of a boy who is wondrously unpretty on the inside.
In The Little Giant of Aberdeen County, Tiffany Baker pulls together a cast of quirky and yet solid and accessible characters, a town that weaves it’s unusual spell to wrap us inside until we close the last page, and a page-turning plot. We root for the enormous fat girl, even as we want to kick her as she takes wrong turns, runs from love, and barely protests as she takes shot after shot from those in her world.
And shots there are. There is the doctor who prods and pokes at her, and his son who takes up the mantle of Trudy-study in a far scarier way. The drunken father. The selfish sister. The caretaker neighbor, who only cares for Serena Jane, The teacher, who like a true American, hates her for her lumps and bulges.
There is far more—but the plot is far too good to leak. Suffice it to say, that Tiffany Baker has given us a fat woman to love, not despite, but as—as she is and as she learns to be, and as she grows.
Listen. It’s summer! Iced coffee. A shady spot. A lawn chair. And, if you’re wise, The Little Giant of Aberdeen County in your hand.
Before you take that vacation week, consider heading to your local (perhaps Indie?) bookstore and buying this book. Peek at the paragraph below from page seven, and see if it whets your appetite:
“Even before I gained all the weight, my body pressing outward like a balloon getting ready to take flight, I was always huge. Solid as granite, my father used to say, and twice as thick. Not like your sister, that’s for sure. Serena Jane takes after your mama. A real living doll. Which was, after all, the whole reason Robert Morgan wanted my sister in the first place, even if he had to stalk her and steal her away like the wolf in a fairy tale. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if it had been the other way around—if Serena Jane had been the one pursuing Robert Morgan. Most likely he would have turned tail and run, his long, lupine teeth chattering in fear. Robert Morgan never liked a thing in his life unless he got to take the first bite out of it, and he never let a thing go, either, until it was chewed all the way down to skin and bone.”
Make this your first summer book. It will serve as a tasty treat, but it will also provide nourishment. Come on, put a little meat on your bones.
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