What she does have is hypochondria. Jenny Traig's inquiry into her ailment is not only an uproariously funny account but also a literary tour of hypochondria, past and present: the implied hypochondria of the Talamud, the flatulence-obsessed 18th century, and the malady's current unfortunate lack of a celebrity spokesperson.
At the same time, Traig provides an intimate look at the complement of minor conditions that have concealed her essential health and driven her persistent self-diagnosis: the eczema, the shaky hands, and, worst of all, the bad hair.
I love memoirs, but this book was not a true memoir. Instead it was random facts, history, and on a very rare occasion a story from her past about hypochondria. I want to hear someone's story, not the history of the disease. This was a complete waste of my audible credits.
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This book is well narrated and easy to listen to. Informative and interesting as well as funny, the subject surprisingly entertaining. Highly recommended for people who like non-fiction that teaches and entertains.
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