Big Girl Blitz

I’ll admit, I side-eyed the ‘blitz’ in the title—sports metaphors in romance often feel forced. But *Big Girl Blitz* earns it. Danielle Allen’s writing is a masterclass in balancing levity and weight, and Wesleigh Siobhan’s narration sells every bit of it. There’s a scene early on where the heroine, Jordan, shuts down a fatphobic remark with a single arched eyebrow and a *‘Bless your heart’*—Siobhan’s delivery had me cackling in my car. Yet she just as deftly handles the quieter moments, like when Jordan’s vulnerability slips through her armor, her voice dropping to a rasp that makes you lean in. The romance itself is a slow burn with a payoff worth the wait, though I’ll critique the mid-book sag where a subplot about Jordan’s job feels *just* a beat too long. And while Allen’s dialogue sparkles, some of the internal monologues repeat themes we’ve seen in earlier books (yes, we *know* Jordan’s confident—show us new layers). But the audio production is flawless: no awkward edits, no volume spikes, just Siobhan’s voice pulling you through like a friend dishing over wine. The real triumph? How unabashedly *fun* it is. This isn’t a romance that asks you to suspend disbelief—it demands you believe in a world where fat women get happy endings *and* the last laugh. And honestly? I’m here for it.