I think this book really messed me when I was eleven years old. I was the fat kid every one made fun at school and I needed something, anything, to tell myself "I'm fine as who and what I am."
So I ventured off into looking for that one book with a fat main character. I mean, there had to be plenty of those, right?
Wrong.
I couldn't find any books with even so much as a "mildly chubby" protagonist.
Then I found this. Blubber by Judy Blume. Now I read and loved this other book by Judy Blume. So I checked it out from my school library.
I have to get credit to Blume, She really knew how to portray bullying, emotionally wrenching and all.
Now I didn't expect the book to go the schmaltzy way of tying things together. But I kind of wanted it to end more satisfyingly.
I think I just got more depressed because I finally found a book about a fat girl and it just ended for her unhappily.
I understand seeing this book as a great way to show the terribleness of bullying because it actually does....but what else about it other than just that?
I guess this book just makes for good social commentary. *shrugs*