There's Something about Sweetie

There's Something about Sweetie

by Sandhya Menon


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“Adorable, joyous.” —BuzzFeed
“I’m head-over-heels for this charming, funny, romantic, life-affirming book.” —Becky Albertalli, New York Times bestselling author of Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda and Leah on the Offbeat

The irresistible companion novel to the New York Times bestseller When Dimple Met Rishi, which follows Rishi’s brother, Ashish, and a confident, self-proclaimed fat athlete named Sweetie as they both discover what love means to them.

Ashish Patel didn’t know love could be so...sucky. After being dumped by his ex-girlfriend, his mojo goes AWOL. Even worse, his parents are annoyingly, smugly confident they could find him a better match. So, in a moment of weakness, Ash challenges them to set him up.

The Patels insist that Ashish date an Indian-American girl—under contract. Per subclause 1(a), he’ll be taking his date on “fun” excursions like visiting the Hindu temple and his eccentric Gita Auntie. Kill him now. How is this ever going to work?

Sweetie Nair is many things: a formidable track athlete who can outrun most people in California, a loyal friend, a shower-singing champion. Oh, and she’s also fat. To Sweetie’s traditional parents, this last detail is the kiss of death.

Sweetie loves her parents, but she’s so tired of being told she’s lacking because she’s fat. She decides it’s time to kick off the Sassy Sweetie Project, where she’ll show the world (and herself) what she’s really made of.

Ashish and Sweetie both have something to prove. But with each date they realize there’s an unexpected magic growing between them. Can they find their true selves without losing each other?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781534416789
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Publication date: 05/14/2019
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 42,360
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.40(d)
Lexile: HL650L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Sandhya Menon is the New York Times bestselling author of When Dimple Met Rishi, Of Curses and Kisses, and many other novels that also feature lots of kissing, girl power, and swoony boys. Her books have been included in several cool places, including the Today show, Teen Vogue, NPR, BuzzFeed, and Seventeen. A full-time dog servant and part-time writer, she makes her home in the foggy mountains of Colorado. Visit her online at

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There’s Something about Sweetie

  • List of totally overrated things:

    1. Love

    2. Girls

    3. Love (yeah, again)

    Ashish Patel wasn’t sure why people ever fell in love. What was the point, really? So you could feel like a total chump when you went to her dorm room only to find she’d gone out with some other dude? So you could watch your mojo completely vanish as you became some soggy, washed-out version of your former (extremely dashing) self? Screw that.

    Slamming his locker shut, he turned around to see Pinky Kumar leaning against the locker next to his, sketchbook in hand, one purple eyebrow up (as usual; she’d probably been born like that, all skeptical).

    “What?” he snapped, adjusting his backpack with way more force than necessary.

    “Oh.” Pinky blew a bubble with her gum and then continued chewing. She’d drawn all over her black jeans with a silver marker. Her parents would probably be pissed; no matter how often Pinky messed up her clothes for her “artistic statements,” their corporate lawyer selves could never get on board. So yeah, they’d be pissed. But not as pissed as when they saw she hadn’t thrown out that Pro-Choice IS Pro-Life T-shirt they thought was so “vulgar.” “Still IMSing, I see.”

    Asking about IMS—Irritable Male Syndrome—was Pinky’s common refrain when Ashish was grumpy. According to her, it was about time people began blaming cis men’s emotionality on their hormones for a change. “I am not . . .” Ashish blew out a breath and began stalking down the hallway, and Pinky fell easily in next to him. She was tall—almost five feet eight—and could match him pace for pace, which was really annoying sometimes. Like right then, when he wanted to get away.

    “So why do you look all cloudy?”

    “I don’t look—what does that even mean?” Ashish tried to keep his voice mellow, but even he could hear the thread of irritation running through it.

    “Celia texted you?”

    Ashish opened his mouth to argue but then, sighing, reached into his pocket for his cell phone and passed it to Pinky. What was the point? She could read him like an open book. It wouldn’t be long before Oliver and Elijah, his two other best friends, found out too. Might as well get it over with. “I don’t care, though,” he said in his carefully-practiced-last-night I am so over Celia, in fact Celia who? voice.


    Ashish didn’t lean over to read the text with Pinky; he didn’t need to. The words were burned into his freaking retinas.

    I’m sorry, Ashish, but I wanted you to find out from me. It’s too hard . . . I can’t keep driving myself crazy thinking about you. Thad and I made it official tonight.

    Ashish had had to read the text about twenty-two times before it finally sank in that (a) Celia was truly going out with someone named Thad, (b) she’d been the one to move on first, and (c) Ashish’s first real relationship had been a spectacular bust.

    Ashish had been irrationally optimistic that he’d get to the moving-on stage first. He’d had to suffer the indignity of being dumped; the universe had to hand him the consolation prize of dating someone new before Celia did, right? Instead the universe decided to blast out a cute little song called “Ashish Is a Loser and Everyone Should Know It.” Well, screw the universe. Screw it all the way to the Milky Way. He was Ash-freaking-shish. He was debonair. He was brilliant.

    Okay, so he hadn’t had a date in three months. So his basketball game was suffering a bit. His mojo wasn’t gone, though. It was just . . . on hiatus. Kicking up its shoes on the table, snoozing. Taking a little trip to Hawaii or something. For frick’s sake, even his über-nerdy, Boy Scout–level goody-two-shoes older brother, Rishi, now had a serious girlfriend.

    Pinky handed the phone back to him. “So what?”

    He glared at her as they rounded the corner to the cafeteria. Oliver, Elijah, he, and Pinky had eaten breakfast together before school started every morning since freshman year. Now that they were juniors, it wasn’t even a tradition anymore—it was just a habit. “Easy for you to say, Priyanka. You’re not the one who’s in serious danger of damaging your playa rep.”

    “It’s Pinky,” she said, glaring at him like her eyes were blades that could slice and dice. “Only my grandma calls me Priyanka.”

    Ashish felt a prickle of guilt. He was being petty; he knew she hated to be called Priyanka. “My bad,” he mumbled.

    Pinky waved a hand. “I’m going to let that go because you’re obviously having a bad day. But seriously. Just date someone else. Come on.” She pushed him with her shoulder and scanned the other students at the lunch tables. “Oh, look. There’s Dana Patterson. You’ve had the hots for her forever. Go ask her out, right now.”

    “No.” Ashish pushed back, but not hard enough to knock Pinky over, though he seriously did consider it. His palms felt tingly, like they might be on the verge of sweating. At the thought of talking to a hot girl. What the hell was happening to him? “I—I don’t want to ask her out, okay? It’s just—it’s weird to ask girls out in the cafeteria.”

    Pinky snorted. “Really? That’s the excuse you’re gonna go with?” They got in line for breakfast burritos.

    “What’s weird?” a familiar male voice said from behind them.

    Ashish turned to see Oliver and Elijah, his two other partners in crime since middle school, saunter up to join him and Pinky. Oliver was the taller of the two, but Elijah had the muscles that just about everybody in school swooned over. They were both black, but Oliver was paler than Ashish, while Elijah was a shade or two darker than Pinky.

    The four of them had been Richmond Academy’s “Fantastic Four” since seventh grade, when they’d coincidentally—some might say fatefully—all concocted the same harebrained excuse about why they hadn’t done their book reports on The Scarlet Pimpernel. Apparently, Mrs. Kiplinger, their English teacher, found it hard to believe that all four of their mothers’ water had broken on the same exact day. The excuse was totally ridiculous, considering Mrs. K. found out they were lying with a quick phone call to each of their moms. Despite (or maybe because of) their shared lack of finesse in executing subterfuge, they became instant best friends in detention.

    Pinky answered before he could. “Ashish suddenly thinks it’s weird to ask girls out in the cafeteria.” She smiled at him spitefully and he rolled his eyes.

    “Since when?” Elijah said. “You ask girls out in the greeting card section at Walmart. What’s the difference?”

    They’d laugh until they choked on their own spit if he told them he was nervous. “Nothing.”

    Oliver, the more empathetic of his best friends, put his arm around Ashish. “Aww. Tell Ollie what the problem is.”

    He didn’t have to say anything, though. Pinky filled them in on Celia’s latest text.

    “I don’t get it,” Elijah said, frowning. “You were already broken up, right? Ever since you went to her dorm and found out she was out with that guy Thad. So what’s the big deal?”

    “The big deal,” Ashish said, annoyed that his friends really didn’t get it, “is that I thought this whole thing with Thad was supposed to be temporary. She said it wasn’t serious. She was just . . . bored or experimenting in college or whatever. We were still texting. There was still the possibility that we might . . .” He stopped abruptly, feeling more like an idealistic loser than ever. He’d really thought they might get back together at some point, hadn’t he? God. He wasn’t the basketball-playing Romeo/GQ model he’d thought himself to be at all; he was a freaking Teletubby. And he was now seventeen. One year away from being an official, card-carrying adult. Why couldn’t he keep a girlfriend?

    Oliver, sensing his embarrassment, pulled Ashish closer. “I’m telling you, Ash, you gotta just get back up on the horse again. Just do it. Celia’s doing it.”

    “Yeah, man,” Elijah added. “It doesn’t even have to be a particularly nice horse. Any old mare will do.”

    Pinky glared at him. “Nice.”

    Elijah made a What? face, and Oliver shook his head and sighed. Pinky turned to Ashish. “Look, if you’re afraid, I can do it for you. I know Dana . . . sort of.” She took a half step in Dana’s direction.

    Ashish grabbed her shoulder. “I’m not afraid, for crap’s sake.”

    “Then do it,” Pinky said, crossing her arms. “Right now. You won’t have a better opportunity.” Ashish darted a longing glance at the burritos, and she added, “I’ll save your place in line.”

    Ashish adjusted his backpack and surreptitiously wiped his definitely damp palms on his shorts. “Fine. You jerks.” And then he walked over to where Dana sat with the other cheerleaders, dressed in a crop top and amazingly tight jeans. She’d probably end up in the principal’s office over that outfit before the day ended, but that was the cool thing about Dana: She just never gave up.

    She looked up as Ashish approached, her face breaking into a smile. Tucking a strand of short blond hair behind one ear, she slid over on the bench. “Ash! Come sit with us.”

    Dana had been pretty openly flirty with him at the last few basketball games, even given that he’d been a ball-fumbling shadow of his former shining-captain-of-the-team self. Ashish knew she’d say yes if he asked her. He should ask her. Pinky, Oliver, and Elijah were right: The only way forward was through. He needed to get this first-date-after-Celia thing out of the way. Jeez, it had been three months. It was way past about time.

    “Thanks,” Ashish said, sitting. He smiled at her friends Rebecca and Courtney. And then stopped. His smile faded. What was he doing here? His heart was so not into this, it was on another continent entirely. Ashish suddenly felt like a total jackass.

    Dana put one hand on his. “Hey, are you okay?” Her blue eyes were soft and open, concerned. Her friends leaned in too.

    “Fine,” Ashish mumbled automatically. Then, as if his mouth had been charmed by an evil, sadistic magician, he found himself adding, “Actually, no, I’m not. I got dumped three months ago and last night I found out that she’s making it official with a guy whose parents actually looked at his red, scrunched-up newborn face and said, ‘You know what? This miniature human looks like a Thad Thibodeaux.’ Thad Thibodeaux. I met Thad once at a party, you know. For some reason known only to him, he likes to punctuate every sentence with a thumbs-up sign. And she chose him. Over me. So what does that say about me, exactly? I’m lower on the dating ladder than ‘Thumbs’ Thad Thibodeaux.

    “Oh, and let’s not forget that the reason Richmond’s spring basketball league has won any games these past few weeks hasn’t been because of me. It’s been in spite of me. I’ve been performing the same function as that chandelier in the student lounge that doesn’t work. I look pretty but I’m essentially useless. I’d have been more useful serving Gatorade than taking up space on the court. I’m seventeen, and I’m already past my prime.”

    Whooooaaaa. Ashish snapped his flapping mouth shut.

    Had he seriously, literally just said all that to Damn-Fine Dana and her friends? Ashish thought he should be more embarrassed, but could he really fall any lower? See exhibit A: playing like a JV basketball newb when he was supposed to be the prodigy captain. Or appendix B: being dumped for Thumbs-Up Thad. He’d already scraped the bottom of the barrel. No, scratch that. He hadn’t just scraped it, he was now curled up on its moldy bottom and preparing to take a very long, very soothing nap. Ashish Patel was beyond humiliation.

    But Dana didn’t move away with a nervous laugh like he expected. She took her hand off his and wrapped her arms around him instead. “Oh, you poor baby,” she crooned, kind of rocking him. Ashish only vaguely noticed her boobs pressed up against his arm. Meh, boobs, he thought, and then: Oh my God, what has Celia done to me?

    “Breakups are the worst,” Rebecca added, reaching over the table to pat his arm. The beads on her braids clicked together. “I’m sorry.”

    “It’s totally her loss, Ash,” Courtney said, tossing her curly red hair. “You’re a hottie.”

    “Absolutely,” Dana said, letting go of him to take his chin in her hand. “You’re gorgeous.”

    Ashish smiled faintly and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I know. But thanks. I just feel really . . . off.”

    “Totally normal,” Dana said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “But when you’re ready to get some revenge, you just let me know, okay?”

    Oh God. The pity in her eyes. He was a charity case. He was a storm-soaked puppy. Ashish sat up straighter and forced a laugh, which came out hollow and fake. “Ah, I’m fine. Really. And I need to get back to my friends.”

    With deliberate swagger, he pushed himself off the cafeteria bench and, throwing the best approximation of what Richmond Academy girls called the Ash Smolder their way, sauntered back to his friends.

    “So apparently, I was wrong,” Ashish said to them, smiling jauntily for Dana’s benefit, just in case she was still looking at him. “I can sink lower. I’ve broken through the bottom of the barrel to the quicksand below.”

    “Dude, what’re you talking about?” Elijah said.

    Oliver grinned. “She kissed you, my man. On the cheek, but still. That’s progress.”

    “Yeah, it was totally disgusting to watch, but I’m happy for you,” Pinky said, stepping up to grab her burrito. “Really.”

    “Believe me, it’s not what it looked like,” Ashish said, feeling bad about bursting their optimistic little bubbles.

    Once they all had their food, they sat at their usual table by the big window that overlooked the organic garden.

    “So what happened?” Pinky said, tearing off a big bite of her burrito. “You were supposed to ask her out.”

    “I tried,” Ashish said. A concrete wall of hot shame slammed into him as he recalled saying the words “past my prime” to three incredibly hot girls. What the hell? “I ended up telling her about Celia breaking up with me instead.” He said the rest quickly and quietly, needing to get it off his chest but also hoping the others wouldn’t hear. “And I might also have moaned about how much I suck at basketball and compared myself to a broken chandelier.”

    Elijah groaned, but Oliver silenced him with a glare.

    Ashish took an aggressively nonchalant bite of his sausage burrito, to show he didn’t care that he’d just embarrassed himself in front of three of the school’s cutest girls. A guy had to retain some self-respect, even if it was all bullshit.

    The burrito was Richmond Academy’s specialty spicy cardboard flavor. Awesome. “Wait.” Pinky gave him a funny look. “Were you in love with Celia or something?”

    Ashish looked slowly around the table at them all. “Uh. Yeah. And she didn’t feel the same way at all, so now I’m just some high school man-baby she can laugh about.” Oops. He hadn’t meant to say that last part. Talk about super-not-cool.

    Everyone was staring at him in silence, their eyes wide. Shocked that Ashish Patel, player extraordinaire, had been in love. And that he was now completely wrecked as a result. The pity on their faces was the freaking cherry on top of everything, a special prize, just in case he wasn’t feeling like enough of a loser already.

    Pushing his tray back, Ashish stood. “You know what? I . . . I’m going home.” And then he walked right out of the cafeteria, not even turning around when he heard his best friends call his name.

    Sweetie held the shampoo bottle up to her mouth. It helped her get into the right headspace. In here she wasn’t just Sweetie, she was Sizzling Sweetie, Sexy Shower-Singing Sorceress. She liked alliteration, what could she say?

    “R-E-S-P-E-C-T!” she belted out.

    “Find out what it means to me!” Kayla, Suki, and Izzy shouted back.

    “R-E-S-P-E-C-T!” Sweetie sang again.

    “Gimme those Jujubes!” Izzy sang, at the same time that Kayla sang, “Open sesame!” and Suki sang, “Mayfair, pretty puh-lease!”

    They stopped suddenly, and then Kayla said, “Jujubes? Are you kidding me, Izzy?”

    “Oh, like ‘Open sesame’ is any better?” Suki retorted from her shower stall.

    “What about ‘Mayfair’?” Izzy said. “That doesn’t even make sense!”

    “Guys, guys,” Sweetie called. “It’s ‘Take care, TCB.’?”

    “What?” the three girls chorused back.

    “What does that even mean?” Suki said.

    “Nothing, that’s what,” Kayla said. “If you ask me . . .”

    Sweetie knew the argument could go on forever, so she just launched into the “Sock it to me” stanza. The others fell quiet, listening.

    This was how they were, their postpractice showers. The other girls on the team didn’t even say anything; they enjoyed it when Sweetie began to sing.

    She shimmied in the shower, her round, robust voice echoing across the tile like a symphony of clear bells, bouncing off the glinting silver faucet and showerhead. When she was done, she bowed her head, letting the water rush over her, her arms held up high and triumphant.

    There was thunderous applause, just like every other time. Sweetie closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying this one moment when she felt supremely confident and unquestionably beautiful.

    Then as the last of the applause faded, she sighed, turned off the shower, and reached for her towel.

    • • •

    Out by her locker, Sweetie dried off and climbed into her clothes quickly. She didn’t even know why she was moving quickly. . . . It wasn’t like Kayla, Suki, and Izzy would judge her. But Amma’s voice echoed in her head: Cover your legs and your arms. Until you lose weight, you shouldn’t wear sleeveless tops and shorts. If her mother felt that strongly about a sleeveless shirt, she could imagine what she’d say about Sweetie being naked in the girls’ locker room.

    “You slayed it, as usual!” Kayla called from her locker. Her deep-brown skin was flawless, her abdomen toned and her legs shapely. She didn’t rush to put on her clothes.

    “Thanks. You weren’t so bad yourself.” Sweetie smiled, trying to shake off her thoughts. She’d kicked butt on the track today, beating her own best time on the 1600 meter run. She should be feeling nothing but happiness. My body is strong and does everything I want it to do, she told herself, repeating the mantra she’d always chanted silently after one of Amma’s “motivational” talks. I’m the fastest runner at Piedmont High School, and the second-fastest high school student in the state of California.

    It was true, too. Sweetie could leave anyone in the dust. There was a reason the local paper had called her the Piedmont Road Runner recently (but it had been a mistake to read the comments on the online article—those were full of people who couldn’t stop asking variants of the asinine question, How does she lug all of that around the track?). Coach was always telling her she could get a scholarship to pretty much any college if she kept it up.

    “Hoo, check this out!” Suki called from her locker. She’d thrown on a skirt and a top and was sitting on the bench, bent over her cell phone as usual, her straight black hair all wet.

    They gathered around her. It was a picture of a handsome guy in a basketball jersey on the sports page of the Times of Atherton, the local paper.

    “Ashish Patel at last weekend’s game,” Izzy said, leaning in. Her pale cheeks were flushed from the hot shower. “Yum-eeee.”

    “I heard he led Richmond to another victory,” Kayla said. “He’s their golden goose. Coach Stevens wants to poach him.”

    “Good luck with that,” Izzy scoffed. “His dad’s the CEO of Global Comm. His kind of money would never go to a school like Piedmont.”

    Sweetie laughed. “We’re not a hovel. But yeah, we’re definitely not the Ivy League incubator that Richmond is either.” She crossed her arms, frowning a little as she looked at Ashish’s picture. “Is it just me or does he look kinda sad to you guys?”

    Kayla, Izzy, and Suki just looked at her blankly.

    “What would he have to be sad about?” Kayla said. “The boy’s got everything.”

    Maybe on paper, Sweetie thought.

    “Why? Is your Sweetie Sense going off?” Suki said, laughing.

    Sweetie felt her cheeks get warm. She’d always been perceptive, prone to listening to her intuition about people. But Suki thought it was a bunch of crap, that Sweetie just believed what she wanted to believe. Who knew, maybe Suki was correct.

    “Yeah, you guys are probably right.” Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Sweetie said, “Hey, want to get some breakfast before class?”

    Suki put her phone away, and her friends all stood, laughing and talking about how Coach had seemed even more stressed out today than usual, chewing viciously on a wad of gum. Then she’d yelled at Andrea for not giving 110 percent and had almost choked on it.

    Sweetie kept one ear on the conversation, but her mind kept drifting back to the picture of Ashish Patel at his basketball game. What did a boy like that have to be sad about? Sweetie gave herself a mental shake. Come on, what do you care? It’s not like you’ll ever find out.

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    There's Something about Sweetie 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
    The-Broke-Book-Bank 5 months ago
    New favorite. Hands down. Thumbs up. I love it too much for words. I literally cried with Sweetie. I want this as a movie. I want this & so many more like it for the next gens so they don't have to wait til 30 to experience this feeling. >Feel so absolutely seen and loved with Sweetie and this narrative. >I wasn’t a fan of Ashish before but he won me over. >Girl gang >Fundraising >Rock band friends >Examines lots of common fatphobia displays & how others make us think so much about being fat in this world. >Understandable mistakes and misunderstandings that get cleared up >Love the character progression with Ashish & his friends & homeschooled cousin. Is this cousin next in line for a sequel? >Gives closure with Celia >Mother & daughter heart to heart >Father learning to stand up for daughter >Ashish parent’s are amazing. >I want more of Sweetie & more plus sized heroines from Menon!
    Take_Me_AwayPH 9 months ago
    When I heard there was going to be a sequel to When Dimple Met Rishi I was so excited! I always liked Ashish and thought he was going to end up with that one person. But even with how much I liked that one, the positive body rep, the super cute romance, and the resilience of Sweetie made me love this! After Ashish is dumped, he loses the girl of his dreams and all the things that made him Ashish. He finally decides it may be time to take his family up on matching him up. Enter Sweetie. A girl who's the star of the track team, a great singer, and fat. Her parents are traditional and continuously want her to lose weight. When Ashish and Sweetie come together to prove something to their parents, they actually find more than they bargained for. I first realized I was interested in Ashish's life in WDMR. I remember him hitting it off with someone and I was hoping to see that person in this book too. Alas, I'm glad he ended up with Sweetie because it shows his growth and the way he changed throughout the story. And then there was Sweetie. She was the one who captured my heart in this one. Just like she did with Ashish. She was so good and literally a.... well Sweetie. I loved that she didn't let anything stop her from what she wanted or what she wanted to do.As for the romance, I loved watching them fall for each other. I laughed out loud so many times. From the birds to RFF it was definitely something I found myself laughing out loud for real at. I also really liked the way they had different views on their cultures but still respected each other and their views. Then there's the fat rep in this that I adored. Sweetie is so happy with herself and she knows that there is nothing wrong with being fat. And this is the rep that we need, especially in this age group, where there's bullying and so much more going on. And SPOILER the fact that it ended with a happy ending and she changed nothing about herself Yasssss! ?? I loved that she got to be herself and still got everything she deserved. Sweetie is pure and good and she deserved all that she got in this book. The audio of this wasn't the best at the beginning, but it got better as it went on. It wasn't anything that put me off from reading it and I still enjoyed it. It wasn't a production, but it didn't need to be. This contemporary romance was so good and I can't wait to see what else Menon has. Ashish and Sweetie were so cute together and I was so happy that they found each other. They deserved all that they got and more!
    JillJemmett 10 months ago
    This was another amazing story by Sandhya Menon. I loved the characters in this book. Sweetie was adorable and loveable. She was extremely talented, yet her mother criticized her for being “fat.” Ashish was also a great character. He was going through a lot of pain from a recent breakup, yet he was open to meeting a new girl that his parents picked out for him. The narrative alternated between Sweetie’s and Ashish’s perspectives. It was third person, yet limited to both Sweetie’s and Ashish’s thoughts. I liked this style, because both characters were given equal time to show their stories. This story features some of the characters from When Dimple Met Rishi, but it isn’t a sequel. The ending of that book may be spoiled if you read this book first, because Dimple and Rishi appear in the story. Rishi is actually the older brother of Ashish, the main male character in this story. However, it isn’t necessary to read that book first. I loved this story! I’m so glad to see a body positive, “fat” girl featured in a book! I would have loved to read this kind of story when I was a teen, so I’m happy that teens today can see themselves in this book. Thank you Simon and Schuster Canada for providing a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
    Chari Kauffman 10 months ago
    Great book about a fat girl who rocks! Sweetie is constantly being told by her mother that she needs to eat less, exercise more in order to be thin so they can marry her off to a nice Indian boy of their choosing. Her mother constantly sells her short because of Sweetie's appearance. Sweetie decides to take matters into her own hands and starts dating the most eligible bachelor in town behind her parents back. By the time her parents find out, Sweetie and her beau are in love and her mother then learns to accept Sweetie as she is. Great book about positive, healthy body image for overweight girls.
    Morgan_S More than 1 year ago
    I'm actually not even sure where to start with this review. I don't think I can express how much I loved this book. There's Something about Sweetie was amazing, because this book has a message the world needs to hear. Sweetie is an Indian-American, and her parents are very traditional when it comes to their culture. So what's the problem? Sweetie is fat. To her, fat isn't a bad word, but to her mother it is the end of the world. Sweetie receives constant negative messages from her mom and from others around her, even strangers. So Sweetie decides it's time to start showing herself AND her mom that she can do whatever she wants as a fat girl without fear, whether it's date a hot Indian boy, wear what she wants, or sing in front of people. I love Sweetie's confidence which grows stronger over the course of the book. Even though she is insecure sometimes, she doesn't lash out at others when they hurt her feelings. She also has the most supportive group of friends a girl could ask for, and I loved their interactions. Ashish has some baggage when it comes to relationships, not only with girls but with his parents, too. I really liked getting to see the Patel parents more in this story. It is so refreshing to have a YA novel in which the parents are actually present and play an important role! Ashish also has a wonderfully supportive group of friends, as well as one who needs a little help finding his place in the group. I would totally love a novella or spin-off book for Samir. Sweetie and Ashish may be opposites in everything except for being athletes, but the dates they go on and the moments they share draw them closer to each other and to who they want to be. The way they complement each other and expand each other's horizons is so sweet and beautiful. There was even a scene that made me laugh out loud (one word: parrots), which I hardly ever do when reading! This book has everything. Heartache, love, family, friends, laughter, and the requisite misunderstanding or two with the best reconciliation one could hope for. Even the characters I disliked most were redeemable. Preorder this book, buy it when it comes out, or buy it when you read this because it's going to be one of the best of the year. And if it's not, well . . . . fight me. It should be!
    sincerelykarenjo More than 1 year ago
    OHMYHEART!!! I am so undeniably smitten with this book and Sweetie and Ashish! I still have this dorky smile on my face just thinking about them and their story. When Dimple Met Rishi is one of my favorite YA contemporary books. I adore Dimple and Rishi and was absolutely charmed by their story. Going into this book, I just knew I would feel the same and there would be plenty of swoons and some of the best FEELS. And, I was not wrong… not even a little bit. If I’m being honest, I actually like There’s Something About Sweetie a little bit more than WDMR. Not by much, but there really is something so dazzling about Sweetie and I can’t wait for your to meet her. Sweetie is an awesome heroine. She has my heart and I absolutely adored her. She’s confident, driven, funny, kind, and caring. She’s an amazing daughter, talented and smart, a good friend, and just a beautiful person inside and out. She does have insecurities, but Sweetie doesn't feel sorry for herself or want others to pity her. She's proud and loves who she is. She shows everyone that she is happy with herself and no one else can make her feel otherwise. Getting to know Sweetie and seeing her grow into her own was truly inspiring. I don’t quite remember how I felt about Ashish in When Dimple Met Rishi, but I definitely fell hard for him in this book. He may seem overly confident and so full of himself and it is partly true, but Ashish also has a tender and vulnerable side to him that not too many people get to see… at least not until Sweetie. He is charming, swoony, surprising and downright lovable. He respects his parents, he cares about his friends, and he loves with all his heart. He grew so much throughout the story and I think he is just so sweet and I loved that Sweetie brings out the best in him. The romance is fun and I loved the chemistry between Ashish and Sweetie. Obviously, I think they are adorable and perfect for each other. I can’t give it all away, but they have the cutest first meeting that made my heart race, super adorable dates that made me laugh and swoon, and the sweetest kisses (and there are PLENTY of those) that gave me never-ending butterflies. I shipped them with all my heart and enjoyed seeing them fall for each other. There are so many things I loved about this book. The writing is absolutely gorgeous and affecting, the plot is perfectly engaging, and the characters are irresistible and charming. I loved every moment I spent with Ashish and Sweetie. Their interactions made my heart melt and I could not get enough. I also really liked that they both have friends who are caring and incredibly supportive. Ashish’s parents are super awesome and I enjoyed their quirks and seeing how much they love their son was heartwarming. Sweetie’s mother did not make it easy for me to like her, but in the end I could see that she really just wants what’s best for her daughter. I thought Sweetie’s relationship with her father was endearing and I wanted to see more of them bonding. I also really enjoyed the humor, the diversity, and getting a taste of Indian culture. This book is simply wonderful and I hope you get to read it and fall in love with Sweetie and Ashish just as much as I did. SWOONS to the max and all the FEELS, this delightful and uplifting story, made my heart sing. Sandhya Menon is truly an amazing writer - incredibly gifted in creating meaningful stories that are not so easily forgotten.
    CarinaB More than 1 year ago
    One of my most anticipated reads this year and boy it did not disappoint! Following Ashish's story and meeting Sweetie was amazing. Sweetie's character is now an all time favourite. A badass fat athlete whose determination and self assurance is undeterred. This book had me doubled over laughing and wiping away tears. As someone who was been called fat all of her life this was a book I needed as a teen! As always, the family dynamic is one of my favourite things about Menon's books, there's something about the way she describes meals and mother-daughter moments, like wise with Ashish and his family. A must read and if you can, do read the first companion novel to fall in love with more of Sandhya Menon's characters. Thank you so much to Simon and Shuster for my early e-copy of the book through NetGalley
    Taylor_FrayedBooks More than 1 year ago
    Likes I adored this book! I wasn't expecting any less because I have loved all of Menon's books thus-far (she's coming out with a series of re-tellings in the near future, so I am also SO on board with that!). Sweetie is an amazing main character, hands-down. She is so relatable and I myself have struggled with weight my entire life so I felt so connected to her. It's hard to be fat and have everyone judge you, even if you can keep up with the best of them. What's worse is that her parents constantly remind her of her looks and that is just so damaging to anyone who has been in this position before. I fell in love with Sweetie and her Sassy Sweetie Project and she stole my heart. Ashish was a great main character as well. He bounced off of Sweetie in the best ways and accepted her for who she is, which is one of the most beautiful things about this story. He was genuine and it felt so real and it worked. Of course, these two have some troubles like any couple would, but the romance in this was so sweet and natural and sdfhouisdhfs. I could go on forever about how much I love how Menon writes her romances but that would be an entire dissertation type review. It's also important to mention how the cover art for this is so well-done. It has representation of Indian-American culture as well as fat culture, and it's so cute to boot. Bravo! Dislikes I literally disliked nothing about this book. It was perfect.
    ReadingWithLori More than 1 year ago
    “I’m happy being fat. To me, “fat” isn’t a bad word. It’s other people who’ve made it like that. It’s as much a part of me as being an athlete or Indian American or a girl. I don’t want to change it, and I don’t want to hide it. I am not ashamed...” This novel is full of Romance, body positivity, accepting who you are and with beautiful Indian culture from food to music. Sandhya Menon delivers an beautifully empowering message about body positivity and Fat people can love and BE loved. The weight on the scale doesn’t measure your worth. I will never stop recommending this novel to everyone I know because this is THE best novel for proper Fat Representation.
    bayy245 More than 1 year ago
    There's Something About Sweetie is this fat girl's dream novel. Sweetie was an amazing character that I instantly fell for. She's a confident feminist who isn't ashamed of her size. I haven't read Dimple yet, so I don't know how this compares to the first one. I loved the alternate perspectives between Ashish and Sweetie, which really let us get to know each other and their unique struggles. We get the perfect balance of their lives, one being the good, Indian daughter and the rebellious jock. Sweetie is comfortably middle class whereas Ashish lives in a mansion with everything he could ever dream of. I loved that Sweetie and Ashish were total opposites and yet they were a perfect balance for each other. I loved watching Sweetie slowly get the courage to stand up to those closest to her who were always commenting negatively on her weight. She gets the courage to do things that she didn't think she could at the begging of the novel. I loved that she was fat and an athlete. However, I was kind of upset that she constantly brought up the fact that she was an athlete and wasn't lazy or gluttonous. I'm not an athlete but I'm fat and that's okay. Otherwise, this book was extremely fat positive and I loved it. People learned to change the way they spoke or thought to be more positive and supportive of fat people. Ashish had to learn to not be so self-centered and cut slack to those around him. I loved his transition from a self-centered jock to an amazing boyfriend and amazing friend. This is a feminist, fat-positive contemporary. We get to see a strong, fat female character get her fairytale ending along with a diverse cast of characters. Trust me, you need this one. *I received a complimentary copy of this book from Simon Pulse through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.*
    book_junkee More than 1 year ago
    I’m absolutely here for Sandhya’s words and I was beyond excited to see Ashish get his own book. You guys. I can’t even tell you how much I love Sweetie. She’s so good and such a lovely person. I loved how she saw herself and how she was happy with herself. Ashish took me a second to warm up to, but he was quite a marshmallow and I was quickly invested. And there’s such a great cast of secondary characters here: both Sweetie and Ashish have excellent friends and I’m hoping we’ll get more from them. Plot wise, it was everything I wanted. There were sweet dates and open communication and lots of kissing. Of course there are a few stupid decisions {that make complete sense}, but the angst doesn’t last long and the gestures that come after that are fantastic. Yes, I’m being vague on purpose. Overall, this was an amazing story and I can’t articulate how important it is and will be. **Huge thanks to Simon Pulse for providing the arc free of charge**