Happy Monday, friends!
Let’s celebrate with some radioactive donuts and save the day!
Oh, sorry! I didn’t tell you yet? My bad!
Well, today, I’m featuring a book about a character who does just that! Yep, she ate some radioactive donuts and saved the day. (Well, maybe. I have to read it to find out. *winks*)
However, there is a catch.
You might have noticed in the title of this post that I said Fatgirl, which means…
Yep, our main character who ate the radioactive donuts turns into the superhero Fatgirl.
Intriguing premise? I thought so too, which makes this book one of my most anticipated reads this year! *squeals*
Come celebrate C.S. Johnson’s upcoming story, Fatgirl: Origins: Part One, by checking out the cover below and entering to win a $5 Dunkin Donut gift card by sharing your answer to one easy question!
A girl, her grandmother, and half a dozen radioactive doughnuts …
There’s nothing that seventeen-year-old Kallie Grande-White hungers for more than to be a famous model like her mother — except maybe actually food. But that’s a small inconvenience, especially with the Model Middle America reality show holding auditions for the Next Top Heartland Teen Heartthrob Model right in Kallie’s hometown.
Now that she has a chance to make her dream come true, Kallie is determined not to let anything stand in her way — not her best frenemy, Amory Franklin, not her lacrosse-playing crush, Blake Turner, and especially not the new, awkward fat kid in her computer class.
And while the sudden appearance of her PhD-in-nuclear-
You’ll never look at doughnuts the same way again.
Perfect for anyone who’s ever felt out of place in high school and never felt good enough for others to love you for who you are.
Fatgirl: Origins: Part One is the first in a new series featuring a satirical science fiction superhero take on growing up, PC culture, and diet culture from award-winning, genre-hopping author C. S. Johnson.
Release Date: November 29, 2019
My stomach rumbled, and I tried not to think about how long it’d been since I’d allowed myself to eat. Instead, I thought about the day my mother left, and that took care of any appetite I might’ve had.
I hurried to swallow the sudden lump in my throat, but as I remembered the poisonous joy of swallowing food, it only made my stomach grumble again, this time much more loudly.
Thankfully, the sweaty, fat kid sitting behind me sneezed at that same moment my gastrointestinal track declared mutiny against me. Thankfully, Sweaty Fat Kid is so obnoxiously loud that no one else in my super-boring computer class heard me or my rebellious gas. Everyone, including me as I grimaced at the pain in my stomach, was watching him now.
There were a few muffled, “Bless you,” comments and then a lot more softened snickers his way, before the silence of the room, accompanied only by the clack-clack-clack of keyboard typing resumed, and then I relaxed.
Contrary to what all the rest of my peers think, it’s hard being popular. If the least little embarrassing thing happened to me right now, I’d face a firing line of highly-scrutinized, unforgiving judgment, courtesy of my high school peers.
Sweaty Fat Kid had no trouble ginning up sympathy for his loud sneezes, but if someone heard me fart, it’d be all over the school like weaponized wildfire in a matter of moments, thanks to social media.
If there was ever a time to avoid the negative limelight, it was today, since I had my Model Middle America audition coming up later.
There could be nothing but good vibes and positive energy for tonight. I had to become the Next Top Heartland Teen Heartthrob Model.
I had to win.
I needed to win.
And frankly, if anyone deserved to win, it had to be me, Kallie Grande-White.
What would my mom say if I didn’t?
Honestly, I didn’t even want to think about that. It was entirely possible she would say nothing at all, and there was nothing I feared more than disappointing her. Thinking about her again, my nose prickled.
Quickly, I bit down on the inside of my cheek until my swelling tears subsided.
I had good reason to fear getting mocked by my peers, but between getting racoon-eyed over my mother or shutting down a stomach full of fuming gas, I had literally no idea which would cause me more embarrassment.
It was probably good that I was having this sort of trouble during computer class. Everyone was too interested in watching their screens to notice me sitting here, feeling depressed.
For a moment, I closed my eyes, shutting out my surroundings and allowing myself to remember my mother. It was only a year ago that Mom was happy enough living with me and my dad.
I could still see her clearly, thinking of how she used to put on lipstick. She would study her reflection in her mirror before carefully and smoothly painting down both sides of her mouth. When she was finished, she would rub her full lips together, smooshing the ruby-red gloss to perfection before she would blow herself an adoring kiss.
If anyone deserved unabashed adoration, love and kisses, it was my mother, Katalina de la Carte Grande.
I opened my eyes and let out a quiet, happy sigh, even though it’d been over a year since I’d last seen her.
My mother was a famous model, known throughout the world for her beauty and grace, and if there was anything I remembered, it was that I only ever wanted to be just like her. Even as a child, I would study her movements, trying my best to imitate her.
I smiled, picturing the last time I saw her. Her stomach rumbled then, too.
“There’s nothing that will cure an empty stomach like a broken heart, Kallie.”
Her words plastered themselves into my mind. Suddenly, I wondered how long she’d been planning on leaving me when she’d said it.
Ready to eat some donuts after hearing about Johnson’s epic sounding story? (Yeah, me too!) She’s graciously offering one winner a $5 Dunkin Donuts gift card!
To enter, share your answer in the comments to the question below and let me know in the entry form you shared your answer here. (Giveaway ends 9/13. US only.)
Oh no! The last thing you ate turned you into a superhero! What food or dish caused you to have super powers?
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