Saturday, 24 August 2013

Blog Tour: Mary Coulson's "Diary of a Dieter."

The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be a part of the Blog Tour for Marie Coulson's "Diary of a Dieter."

Genre: Contemporary Romance. A British Romantic Comedy.
Release Date: August 17th 2013

Amazon UK:


Curvy girl, Charlene Winters, had it all: the great career, wonderful friends and a dreamy fiancé. 
With her wedding day just three weeks away, Charlene is dealt a devastating blow. Suddenly finding her life, hopes and plans in tatters, the jilted bride sinks into despair and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough. With the heartache of her fiancé’s infidelity still fresh, Charlene’s whisked away by her friends on a life-changing holiday. But how will this big fish cope now that she’s back in the dating pond and surrounded by slender trouts with Botox lips?
Frustrated by best friend Adam thwarting her attempts at romance, and her girls Vanessa and Dana eager to set her up with a boy toy, Charlene decides the time for change is upon her. What she needs is a change of scenery, a change of dress size and maybe, a change of heart.

Review: Jo

This story was brilliant, hilariously funny and  very heart warming. Most definitely a perfect girly read that I'm sure you'll just love. 

"Diary of A Dieter" followed the story of Charlene who was jilted by her fiancé just weeks before her wedding day. She was left completely  heartbroken and chose to seek comfort in a  tub of Ben and Jerry's, chocolate biscuits and a can of whipped cream. That is until her close friends came to the rescue demanding she stop wallowing in self pity. Thank god for friends right? 

Charlene did pulled herself together with the support of her amazing friends and began a new journey: a quest to find her "Prince" charming.  This  journey had me in stitches. The situations that Charlene found herself in were just hilarious. I mean laugh out loud hilarious and I don't think I laughed so much whilst reading since I read "Bridget Jones Diary".

Throughout the story, sitting on the side lines was Adam, Charlene's best friend of 20 years and he was delicious. He was so lovely to her, supporting her through all of her ups and downs and constantly boosting her self esteem:

"...My whole life is a joke. Look at me."
"I am looking at you . I'm always looking at you, and do you know what I see? 
I see a fun, gorgeous, sexy and incredibly amazing woman."  

Adam made my heart melt. It was so obvious that he had hidden feeling for Charlene but sadly Charlene only saw him as her best friend. I was so gutted for him. 

The characters were fabulously written and I have to mention Charlene's Grandmother who was extremely funny. Her comments throughout the story cracked me up!

" You really are as blind as a beggar. There is a perfectly good specimen of a man hanging 
around you like a puppy and there's you acting like a bitch in heat and ignoring the dog 
that's been dry humping your leg for years. And they say I'm senile."

I won't say anymore because I don't want to spoil the story for you. You'll need to read the story for yourself to see if Charlene ever finds her "Prince"  and gets her HEA. "Diary of a Dieter" is a book I would whole heartedly recommend. I could easily see this book making a brilliant film. I'd love to see Charlene's escapade's on the big screen.

Diary of a Dieter was a book full of fun that left me with a big cheesy grin and a warm fuzzy feeling. Of course I have to give this 5 big hearts. Thank you Marie Coulson for making me laugh my socks off!


Hauling my gym bag beside me, I pushed my way into the gym. The smell of sweat immediately wafted up my nostrils, and I gagged loudly. Dana cringed beside me. 
“Oh my God. Charlene, it smells like crotch in here!”
Snorting a laugh, I held my hand over my mouth and nose. She wasn’t wrong. It wreaked, but the need to lose weight was overruling my need for fresh—or at least less clammy—air. Holding our breath, we made our way through the reception to the large aerobics hall at the far end. If there was ever a fear of us being blinded by old women and their cellulite … we were wrong. A sea of slim, fit, toned, and tall beauties turned and began scanning us up and down. 
“I feel naked. Let’s go. We clearly don’t belong here.”
Spinning around, I moved toward the exit, but Dana blocked my path. 
“Nope. You wanted to do this, and I bet they didn’t always look like that. Maybe this class really works!”
I furrowed my brow at her “Do you ever drop that optimistic glass you carry around?”
Dumping her bag on a bench, which was pushed against the white-washed wall, she smiled brightly. “Nope.”
Well, of course she was feeling good! As she slipped off her coat, I stared at her wide-eyed. Wearing a pair of tight leggings, a sports top that showed off far too much of her toned midriff, Dana was right at home amongst these women. I groaned in displeasure. 
“Are you kidding me? Where did you get that body, and how much did you pay for it?”
She tilted her head to the side and tutted. “You had one, too, ‘til Brad started steamrolling your fitness regime. Remember?”
Did she always have to be right?
A loud clapping pulled me from my jealous glare at Dana and my attention was now focused on the petite, short blonde-haired, and clearly never-ate-a-cake in her life, fitness instructor at the front of the room. 
“Hello everyone! It’s nice to see so many familiar faces, and I notice some new ones. Come up!”
I gawped at Dana who shrugged, grabbed my hand, and began dragging me to the front of the class. 
“Hi, hello! It’s always nice to have new blood in our class. I’m the instructor, Francesca. Is this your first time at Zumba?”
I stood awkwardly as dozens of eyes stared at me. That’s right, ladies, I’m the fat girl. Every fitness class has one. And you all suddenly feel so much better about yourselves. That carrot you scoffed for breakfast doesn’t look so bad now. Does it?
“No, it’s our first class,” Dana answered. 
Oh no. Didn’t she know she had just committed the cardinal sin of fitness class?
“Well, you ladies stay right here up front and follow the routine, you’ll be just fine.”
I was in hell. Not only was I the only chubby girl in the room, I was now the entertainment at the front of the class! Clapping her perfectly manicured hands again, Francesca encouraged people to move into a space as she hit the play button on the CD player. The Brazilian sounds of the lambada filled the room, and I felt sick. 
Swaying her disgustingly tiny hips back and forth, Francesca began a routine that looked like it belonged on the stage; not a hall in one of the smelliest gyms in London. Dana, of course, was a natural. Swaying, bouncing, and shaking her pert little arse around the room like a pro, she put the rest of us to shame. Well, I say the rest of us, but I mean me. 
I bounced, jiggled, and wobbled myself around that mat as though I had a feather tickler shoved up my arse. I wasn’t sure how this would help me lose a few pounds, but with the flailing of my limbs and sporadic movements of my hips, there was a good chance we’d have rain. 

About The Author:

Born and bred in England, Marie discovered her love for writing when she was a mere child. Beginning with poetry and short stories, she soon discovered her flare and passion for the written word.

After pursuing a career in childcare, education and the care of the elderly, she left her job in the summer of 2012. Embarking on a new career as a therapist, it was at this point that she finally sat down to write a novel that had been plotted for nearly three years. Only three months later…Bound Together was born.


Twitter: @marie_coulson

1 comment:

  1. i would love to win this as a dieter and have been my entire life i think this book would be so good to read denise smith