I finished this book yesterday, after having it reccomended to me by three people.
All I have to say about this lovely book everyone’s falling all over is…
Lamb, you are a tool.
According to you, I should be ridiculed constantly, have my college roomates move out because I’m just too fat, I shouldn’t fit into a normal desk, and I shouldn’t be able to wear normal clothes/walk more than a few blocks without getting winded.
I realize that I may be a little sensative to this. However, I think any intelligent person reading the book would think it ridiculous that he would portray an overweight girl being seen as a freak of nature!
I weigh as much as she does in the book. I’m taller, 5’9, but you can tell I’m fat. Yep, Fat. I can say the word without breaking down and crying, without killing fish(yes, I do realize this is partly because of her past). I can BE fat and function, I can BE fat and have friends. I can be fat all I want, all over town, and I have never had somone yell out of a car at me.
I guess I may be the only person who reacted to the book this way, but I really did have to get it out. I did think some parts of the book were interesting, and Lamb does write convincingly as a woman in some spots.
Oh well! Rant over, I’m spent. 
I don’t know of any crappy songs by that name; on the other hand, there’s a pretty good Guess Who song (titled “Undun”, btw) whose inclusion at the end of the book (let alone its use in the book title) makes as much sense to me as attaching a propeller beanie to the roof of a Hummvee.