A didactic, gross-out romance. What a concept! Seriously, what's attractive about a man stealing food from an anorexic woman? You might struggle to find Trevor's one-track stomach and self-absorbed immaturity sexy. Then again, assholes seem to be the favored modern hero. Though, I personally prefer alpha assholes and Trevor is anything but alpha. Puerile, insulting, but strangely insightful, this story touches on the sensitive topic of obesity. A message romance? Perhaps. It's executed lightly and the characters' hearts are in the right place, but it's difficult to move past Trevor's initial attitude that fat equals pathetic. He eventually pulls his brain from his ass, but the bitter smell lingers. It's as though sex with Zoe hypnotizes him Shallow-Hal style so that he never sees her fat again. As far as romances go though, it's charming, steamy, and happily ever after.