title: Skinny Bitch: A No-Nonsense, Tough-Love Guide for Savvy Girls Who Want To Stop Eating Crap and Start Looking Fabulous!
author:  Rory Freedman 
description: <div><i><b>Hartford Courant</b></i><BR> &ldquo;&hellip;incredibly informative and entertaining&hellip; Co-authors Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin provide tough-love talk mixed with facts and common sense...<BR><br> Freedman and Bamouin speak to the reader like a friend who isn't afraid to tell you what's on her mind. They back up their arguments by citing study after study and take the technical talk out of the discussion so as to make a more easily digested point.<br><br> This is the first "diet" book I've ever read that has made me laugh out loud <i>numerous</i> times. That being said, since no one warned me, I'll let you in on a secret - the book will gross you out. In the same vein as <i>Fast Food Nation</i>, there are graphic descriptions of factory farming and unsanitary dairy farm practices. It was easy for me to put down <i>Fast Food Nation</i> but this book is so funny, I had to keep going.<BR><br> Almost immediately, I was one of the transformed. In fact, as soon as I got halfway through Chapter 4, "The Dead, Rotting Decomposing Flesh Diet", I had to call and change my dinner plans because I decided to go vegan on the spot.<BR><br></div>
zlib_text: MY CURVY BELLE
  JORDAN SILVER
  
  Copyright © 2018 by Jordan Silver
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  CONTENTS
  1. Logan
  2. Logan
  3. Logan
  4. Logan
  5. Logan
  6. Logan
  7. Belle
  8. Logan
  9. Logan
  10. Logan
  11. Logan
  12. Logan
  13. Logan
  14. Logan
  15. Logan
  16. Logan
  17. Logan
  18. Logan
  19. Logan
  20. Logan
  21. Logan
  22. Logan
  Epilogue
  
  Logan
  “Damn, now that’s one hell of a fine ass.” I damn near walked into a pole
  checking that shit out. After years spent living in a dry ass town with the
  anorexic brigade, where my preferred bedmate of choice were slim pickings,
  the sight was a most welcome one here in my hometown. “Yes!”
  “What, where?” I slapped my boy behind the head and turned his ass around
  when he tried to have a look, but I kept my eyes on