This was a touching, interesting, engaging read. Each chapter told a portion of the author's life and and the end of each chapter were recipes for some of the food mentioned in that chapter. If food colors your life, like it does mine, you'll enjoy this tale of love, angst and food.

MY REVIEW OF "MY FAT DAD" by Dawn Lerman

Dawn Lerman, author of "My Fat Dad" has written a delightful honest memoir about her family, love and food. I love the way that the author writes lovingly about her Grandmother "Beauty". who shared her love, affection and support of Dawn. Dawn's mother and father were absent in many ways. They were not attentive or affectionate and often too busy to be there for Dawn. Many of the family traditions and interactions revolved around food.

Dawn's father was popular in advertising with his slogans of many products. He was obsessed with food, and constantly on every diet possible, Dawn's mother did not cook. Dawn learned to appreciate cooking and preparation from her Grandmother "Beauty". As a child, Dawn like to experiment with preparing healthier foods. In between her father's starvation diets, he would eat everything in sight. There was no moderation.

I appreciate and admire how Dawn writes about her family and their emotional feelings. Growing up in a dysfunctional family was difficult. Dawn often found herself in the position of taking care of her younger sister or her father. Using many of the recipes from Grandma Beauty, and revising and experimenting, Dawn would come up with healthy alternatives.

I would highly recommend this heartwarming memoir! Did I mention that the author has included some amazing, mouthwatering, tantalizing recipes? I can't wait to try some of them. I would like to thank the author for a copy of this book for my honest review. ( )

When you think back to childhood, can you remember some of the ads and slogans you grew up knowing as well as your own name? Although I wasn't the most culturally aware child (and am a less culturally aware adult), if I hear some of the jingles from my childhood, I can still tell you immediately what product they were selling. Of course I had then, and still have, few ideas of the people or person behind any of these catchy and memory sparking time capsules. Dawn Lerman introduces readers to her dad, the man behind some of the most recognizable of these ads, and his major impact on her life in her memoir, My Fat Dad.

Lerman's dad was a big man. 450 pounds big at his heaviest. The gain and loss of his weight and the diets he tried, coupled with his very successful advertising career and all it required of him, gave form to much of her childhood. Her mother's emotional distance and her maternal grandmother Beauty's warmth and love of cooking were the other huge factors in Lerman's life. In this memoir, she shares what it was like to grow up with a father whose weight dictated the rest of the family's consumption and a grandmother whose cooking was a manifestation of her love. The book is almost like a series of chronologically ordered essays about Lerman's growing up years. She lovingly describes learning to cook under Beauty's tutelage. She lays bare the unhappy family dynamics of a workaholic father, a significantly less than maternal mother, and a talented younger sister. There is at best indifference and at worst neglect towards Lerman and extreme self-centeredness from her parents. Interestingly, despite this, Lerman's love for her father in particular shines through her writing. And this love remains even as she chronicles the toll her parents' divorce took on her and the terrible way in which she was so very alone after it.

Each chapter closes with recipes that Lerman mentions within the text. Many of them come from her grandmother, some from her early attempts to help her father on his many diets, and some from her own adult life as a specialist in nutrition and health. The stories that Lerman has chosen to tell are incredibly sad. Her family's focus on appearance, both physically and in terms of keeping up with appearances for those outside the family, leaves readers feeling pity for the often unconsidered child she was and neither of her parents come across as particularly sympathetic. Lerman was not only physically hungry most of her childhood and teen years but she was emotionally hungry as well. Each chapter builds on this hunger, showcasing the myriad little unkindnesses of her life and chipping away incrementally at the reader's feelings of decency and understanding towards her parents until there's nothing left. The dialogue within the memoir is stilted, unnatural, and too formal sounding with a disconcerting lack of contractions and other hallmarks of casual verbal communication. I really wanted to love this memoir, wanted to be drawn in by her creative dad and her warm grandmother, wanted to be inspired to try the recipes, wanted to celebrate love and family, but in the end, I just found myself feeling sad. The book is a fast read and those less bothered by the dysfunction will probably appreciate it more than I did. ( )