The Revenge

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER From the author of The Holocaust Funny, touching and tear-jerking novel about love, body weight, and true friendship.

"Moring writes with a depth of feeling and a tenderness rarely seen in books in recent years, and at times I had tears of both joy and sadness in my eyes... achingly poignant."Daily Telegraph

"The Revenge brings the turbulent life of a young woman whose weight is an obstacle when it comes to men, or so she believes. Amanda isn't who you think she is; she's daring, determined, feisty and dedicated to change her life. And while her weight may not change, her own perception of herself might, and a funny and heartwarming series of events is bound to follow."Chicago Sun-Times

"A triumphant, emotional and fascinating plunge into the complexities of of a 32-year-old woman's relationship with her body. You'll never look at yourself in the mirror the same way again." O, The Oprah Magazine

"Moring tells this tale competently, without sinking into the mire of sentiment; a gasp-inducing twist lurks at every corner, making this romance a surprising one indeed."Daily Mirror

"The most fun I've had in ages... Sassy, insightful and sooo reminiscent of novels such as The Devil Wears Prada, you'll find it hard to stop reading." SheKnows.com

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BOOK EXCERPT © All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission:

CHAPTER ONE

Amanda walked down the hallway approaching the office mailroom when she heard her name mentioned. She froze in her tracks. It was Carlos' voice.

"Who? Amanda?" he asked.

Amanda heard another voice, of the new guy in the mailroom, Alex. "Yes. I thought you were into her."

Carlos laughed. "No, man! She's... you know...."

Amanda pressed against the wall, holding the invitations tightly in her hand. She always enjoyed coming to the mailroom herself, delivering the printed invitations from PR by hand. She could have left them with the secretary, but she was always happy to see Carlos.

She heard Alex whisper to Carlos, "You mean, you're not dating?"

Carlos shrugged. "Amanda is... she's, you know. She's not my type."

Amanda's face reddened. Not his type? That's not what he told her!

"Cool, man," Alex said. "I just thought, by the way you speak to her whenever she comes, that you're all into her."

"Hell no. Amanda...? She's...."

He must have gestured something with his hands, as Alex burst into laughter.

Amanda knew Carlos was talking about her weight.

"I feel bad for her," came Carlos' voice. He whispered, "You can look at it as charity."

Amanda's eyes widened. The son of a bitch!

Alex chuckled. "You're banging her for charity?"

Carlos smiled. "She's an okay Thursday night material."

Amanda couldn't listen to another word. Stunned, she walked away from the mailroom. Her eyes stinging, she quickly made her way past the secretaries, past HR, and into her cubicle. She fell in the chair, feeling it bow under her weight. Her mind raced. "Thursday night material?!"

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