I’m not sure how to rate this one, so I’m going middle of the road
On one hand there were lots of funny parts, and some very personal and touching insights and reflections.
On the other hand there were many cringe-worthy paragraphs and extremely harsh self-talk of the author.
After the first half there was too much repetition too. She describes in much detail how difficult simple tasks are, and other effects of being that big (how you smell being one).
It reads like a stream of consciousness written at the kitchen tables, which in essence it was. When you read you feel like you are reading someone’s diary.