Memoir of fat camp a funny, heartfelt tale

The only summer camp I ever went to was Girl Scout camp. I don’t remember how old I was, or much about it at all, other than my cabin got the award for being the cleanest and I had a freak out when they tried to make me jump in the pool (I couldn’t then and still now can’t swim). But I imagine if I’d been a little older, and if I’d gone to a camp with boys, it would have been similar to the experiences Stephanie Klein shares in her new book Moose: A Memoir of Fat Camp. Except probably without