"Even in my happiest moments, there’s room for improvement."
TW: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, fat-phobia, mentions of suicide
I wonder – Would it even be the beginning of a new year if I didn’t start it with an
Unpopular Opinion Time 🐸☕️
Actual rating: 1.5 ⭐️
This is my short Rather Random Review™️ for No Hard Feelings:
Relatable sometimes;
predictable, repetitive, infuriating and annoying all the other times.
Harsh? Maybe.
True? Without a doubt.
I fucking hated it.
I know how annoying I am - I am annoyed at myself, too – but, damn, I really despised No Hard Feelings.
Let me develop.
It started out so strong and it got bad so fast, I suffered from severe whiplash.
The main character was relatable – she was messy, confused, did not know what to do with her life, had mental health issues, low self esteem and, in general, she felt lost in life.
She was me, you know?
I read the first chapter and it felt like looking in a mirror.
I was in love.
But like any other love story, it either ends in marriage or a break up.
And this one ended in the messiest, angriest break up of them all.
The issue I have with the book is that it became painfully predictable quite literally immediately.
You know what will happen, with who, when and where (the coordinates can be found by simply opening the book they are that obvious) from literally chapter three (the real answer is: you know what’s gonna happen from chapter two, but I wanted to be graceful).
The hints and signs were definitely not hidden or hinted – they were screamed from a rooftop with a megaphone attached to another megaphone which was attached to the alarm system of the city.
And that made the reading experience annoying and boring.
Even more so because the main character was a fucking rock: nothing could pass through her self-absorbed brain. Believe me, I can understand that depression and low self esteem can make you fucking blind and hate yourself with a passion, but you still have some sense in yourself. She seemed childish in her actions and drove me insane with how self-centered she was.
She fully and unquestionably lacked self awareness – to such an extreme I was honestly taken aback. But it also made it incredibly irritating to be inside her head and listen to her train of thought.
The story got stale and redundant precisely because, as a reader, we could predict (pretty darn easily) how things were going to develop.
There is not one (1) point in the plot that made me think “oh, I wonder how this is gonna work out”.
Everything was painfully obvious and predictable and dull.
But allow me to rant here.
Allow me to fully unleash the rat in me explain why my rating is so low.
Let me tell you what really bothered me and infuriated me.
We know Penny has low self esteem, and we know she hates her body and thinks she’s too fat.
Her inner monologue, whenever she is criticizing herself, is also very much centered around this aspect of the body: she is fat, she is thus unlovable – she will never fit in a size 6 and so nobody will ever look at her or find her attractive and she will never end up in a relationship
blah fucking blah.
She has always commented on her weight and how she looks – for the entirety of the book. Which are completely understandable feelings to have.
Today’s society sucks big time and beauty standards are even more fucked up than they were in the past. So, because of her insecurities, Penny is relatable. She's all of us, you know?
But now, let me be mad because we get to the end of the book, okay?
Let me paint you the picture: you are about to finish the most below mid book you have ever read about a late-twenty-fuck-up that hates her body.
You get (finally) to the end where everything (as you expected from page 12 because this book is predictable AF – but we’ve already talked about it) goes according to plan and the sun is shining and there’s a rainbow and Penny is in love and successful and what a shock that all this has happened – it’s not as if we could tell this was gonna happen basically from page 3.
Anyhow. You get the picture, right?
All is good in the world. She’s working on herself and finally finding the balance that she has been looking for – and to that I say: amazing! Working on yourself is the most difficult thing you can do. So (even if annoyed by the predictability) I am proud of Penny – she’s THAT girl and I’m happy for her.
But then there’s an epilogue.
And if you know you know.
So, here’s a new version of Penny: more self-aware, less insecure and obsessive and whatever else. Growth, you know? Yay!
She’s going to therapy, taking care of herself, trying to love herself for who she is without struggling to meet impossible expectations, but then she just has to mention that another reason why she’s so happy and better than before is the fact that her jeans fit “slightly looser” than before – and I swear to god I saw red when I read that sentence.
Do not even try to get me wrong.
Lose weight if you wanna lose weight. Gain weight if you wanna gain weight. Go to the gym, don’t go to the gym – whatever makes you fell good and allows you to live a healthy life, do it.
But I am fucking done with this idea that the only moment you can fucking love yourself is when you are thin and slim and whatever the fuck else. I’m done with the narrative that to truly achieve happiness and a balanced life you gotta be fucking slim and your jeans have to fit “slightly looser”.
You have not improved, Penny. You’re still fat-phobic and fat-shaming .
And maybe I’m reading too much into it, but I don’t care.
I am done with it.
My gosh, I’m so glad I don’t have to read this novel and Penny whining anymore.
Can’t wait to actually pick up something decent during 2024
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